“He said it was 100% THC,” my father explained after the fact, not really knowing what THC means or the fact that “100% THC” doesn’t exist in flower.
When you spent enough time working alongside someone, you tend to develop a good understanding of them. Sometimes you like them, sometimes you hate them. Usually, it’s a healthy mix of both.
I see now that our flaws and damages should not be ignored or desensitized but harnessed and embraced — that all of our quirks and qualities have a part to play in the greater scheme of our lives and should never be silenced or drowned out.
This wasn’t a new thing. Many insomniacs will tell you that even after finding sweet relief that only sleep can bring, we’re always wondering when it’s going to happen again.
“Does white chocolate milk exist? And if so, does it just look like regular milk?”
“Lit my bangs on fire. Didn’t panic, just kept blazing.”
I’ll just sit reeeeeally still so no one knows how baked I am…
You are wondering if you should text him just so someone knows what you’re going through. You want to text him because you miss him more than you’ve ever missed anything in your whole goddamned life.
“I was eating cereal and blew on it to cool it down.”
Why can people talk openly about how black out drunk they were on the weekend and that’s all fine culturally, but if you carry a pill suddenly you’re a criminal?