I think back to my drinking days and what I remember most is the anxiety of an impending social event. Back then I didn’t have the gumption to say, no I won’t have another shot, instead agreeing to every suggestion and always being the last to leave a party. And in the days leading upContinue reading “Is Cannabis an Issue or an Identity?”
This week I reached a new low. I lied to a client and didn’t feel bad about it. I wanted him to feel the pressure I was under and the lie made that possible.
A poem inspired by a party in raw nature with my stoner brothers, sisters and cousins. One love.