Man. I slept hard last night. Long and hard. Woke up in pain. The whole day was a slog. Then I ate a couple magic brownies.
San Fernando Valley. Ocean grown. Much like a blue dream, in my experience.
Now the ingredients of my snack buoy my thoughts. And I must say, what a wonderful day!
Medical marijuana lets me write, on days I wouldn’t without it.
So. In a sense. Cannabis enhances my productivity.
Productivity is not service.
To The Man.
Productivity is the essence of living.
Artistic expression counts.
One. Two. No?