A Slice of Happiness & A Sliver of My Broken Heart

Last night I had two glasses of wine, and I never weed and wine, so I went to bed remarkably sober. As I laid there, I attempted a short meditation, unassisted by weed. Some would call this praying, so I suppose that’s what I did. As with any call for assistance, I asked for some…

Slices of Cake & Slivers of a Broken Heart

Technically the “slices of cake” are hits of Papaya Cake, a unique strain of cannabis that combines a tropical fruitiness with a sweetness reminiscent of cake. Take it from me these flavors are prominent, especially when you think about weed differently. I used to be the stoner who said, “It’s tastes like weed,” or “It’s…