Just Say Dro

When life gives me a swift kick in the nuts, I light up.

Whenever I have to relive harsh memories from the past I light up. The weed man love me. I can say that.

If the weed man had to dead all of his other customers and just deal with me I promise he'd still be making it. Not only am I his best customer, I'm loyal as well.

Thanks to Corona LaShay, I'm now consuming an extra pound and a half per month, bringing the grand total to 4 1/2 pounds a month.

Tell me I ain't putting that man kids thru college.

I can't express how blessed it is to have someone to smoke with. The sun and I chief a lot. Now before I get called an unfit dad know that my young lord started smoking weed long before he and I even knew the other existed. It run of the blood.

And I condone it. I rather he smoke here with me than chance upon that legal bullshit that's killing people. I smokes good shit. As a matter of fact, I'm waiting on a special wollop of gage right damn now.

When I get pushed in a corner, I turn to weed. When I'm hurting inside, I turn to weed. When the beast has got my dick acting the damned fool, I turn to weed.

I cook with weed every single day, except on Thursdays🤣🤣 But seriously, real talk. I use it as a seasoning, I incorporate it with whatever ingredients I'm working with, I make butter with it, and I smoke the fuck outta it whilst cooking.

When my feelings get hurt, I blaze up. If my sun is going thru it, we blaze up. If it was up to me, the ludicrous amount of weed I smoke would solve everything for me, all my deep psychological problems would be attoned and sins swept clear.

Yep.

I know it sounds like bullshit, but I must be consumed by the flames.🔥That's why I smoke so damned much. That's why I work and play in and with fire. That's why I must be cremated at the end of days.

Forgive me if I'm rambling but today a person came for me sideways and made my life out to be a joke. Forgive me if I smoke myself into a stupor until the sting has left.