Check out the colors of Jager, and indica I picked up at the dispensary yesterday.

Today me and My Cousin Sara went to Detroit on a dispensary crawl. I spent $80 and got 23 grams and 6 prerolls, plus plenty of swag.

Today I went to the gas station for a cappuccino after my probation appointment and when I was paying I noticed their glass and remembered that I broke the stem to my bong. Well they didn’t have any

My brother’s name was Jack Aaron S----k but we called him Aaron. He was born on September 1, 1986 when I was four years old. We grew up in a split home with lots of drama on both sides. My dad hated my

I’m still freaking out about the story I’m going to tell you. Last night my daughter came to me crying, holding her beloved pet gerbil, Moonlight. Moonlight was cold, stiff , and dead. I found a small

Here’s my little puppy baby. His name is Meko Pupperooney and he’s 9 months old. He’s perfect, 100% perfection in a 50 pound gangly body. He doesn’t chew on anything except his toys and bones. He never

No, my hormones aren’t messed up. Yes, I’ve explored many facets of sexuality. I’ve fucked and sucked with the best of them, I’ve conceived 13 children and given birth to five (the others lost in miscarriage

I smoke a dozen a day, some days. Days when I write a lot, I smoke a lot. I sit in my fort, wrapped in a blanket with a space heater and my laptop, a hot cup of coffee and an ashtray full of roaches. Every

I am crippled by fear. I got out all of my painting supplies and set them up on the table. I put the lamp nearby and turned it on, I pulled out all my paints and brushes and looked at pictures of landmarks

When I was forced to quit using cannabis, I ended up hospitalized twice in a six week period. I had my very first mental health hospitalization as an adult; my previous experiences were during adolescence

A good loving husband Five excellent children Amazing friends from all over the world Three German Shepherds New fuzzy pants Good music Dank weed A car that gets from here to there A house and swamp of

I am going on a trip I've been wanting to take since 2012. Tomorrow I will leave and head north to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and then I will drive west for hundreds of miles util I get to the Porcupine

I used to ascribe to radical nonviolence and peace. I swore I would never harm anyone and I worked really hard to maintain that life for many years. It was an integral part of myself that I didn't think

Right now, at this very second, I am reliving my adolescence. I am sitting in my comfy space, listening to The Beatles as loud as my speakers will go without distorting the sound, smoking a bowl of cheap

My tolerance level is extremely low. I don't put up with any kind of bullshit or offense. I honestly don't have the energy anymore to patiently plead my case when people are being stupid or critical. A

I dreamed about my little brother last night. He was wearing a white t-shirt and was somewhat thinner than he was in real life. He was smiling and happy, and he gave me his cell phone, an old Blackberry.

I just need to write and share something that happened to me when I was a child. I feel like I am ready to put this out there into the world, no more carrying it alone. My parents split when I was 5. Their

I am not well. At counseling one day, my therapist told me, "The only way out is through..." and she explained that buffaloes run toward a storm rather than away from it. So I painted that. But

I was in a bad mood when I painted this. Maybe because I was listening to a sad, sad song on repeat, maybe because I am clinically depressed, maybe because I am just dysfunctional. Anyway, I had a donkey

I painted this yesterday.