Indica is the buzz weed, you know you're stoned. Sativa you're so stoned you don't know it, you just are. The buds are unique but they both end up eventually mixed together in a little bowl as crumbs that soon disappear.

That's where my life is at, hanging on to crumbs as if they were all I had left. In the other hand I embrace my freedom and health. I should be the envy of my friends, free to go anywhere in the world (passport, double vax), nothing holding me back, a kick in my step and a little bit of cash to pull it off.

So for those of you that endure this sad piece of shit blog just because you like me, thanks and I love you.

And please stay tuned. Each day is an amazing adventure for me and I have no clue what's going to happen when I get up in the morning.