chair: t(h)ree
one of my first and fondest memories of dw is when we both discovered our love of trees. i forgot how or when this bit of info came out, but i do remember handing him a 20$ bill for a little baggie in front of the vending machine in the breakroom of our workplace. i rarely get to just sit and session with the dude though, since when the trio gets together the goal is usually to drink until someone projectiles vomit (ahem ag).
anyway…i smoked last night for the first time in a long time (a week! haha). admist all this legal trouble, i’m being super cautious with everything. gone are the days of stashing my pink pouch in the center console of my car and smoking whenever, wherever the hell i feel like it. california, i hate you but love you at the same time. fuck you for taunting the availability and ease in my face and fuck me for not being able to take advantage of it. well, i just got some o jeezy or something and i plan on being very high up in the clouds because i’m pretty sure i have to take a longg break when the gavel hits the wood in november.
here’s what i’ve been listening to when i’m spacing.
oh how i miss trees.
bg/ag publishing 