More strainz… (pt. 3)

Chocolope
Head: 6
Body: 6
I have been fucked for weeks on Depression and feeling rather hungover today… like a 3 out of 10 on the hangover scale. I’m gonna see if this bud is any good. Anything is good at this point. I’ll settle for some Mex dirt weed to kill this demon in my mind. This is medical for me.
3 hrs after smokage and it’s like I can think again, think about something other than the billowing cloud of hate festering in my mind. I was choking on the fumes. Gladly my dealer friend came thru on this bag. So far the buzz is pretty generic. It’s an Indica high, but it’s not sleepy. I haven’t passed out once. I’m almost missing those days… I grabbed a half ounce, so I will be riding on this until the sad day comes that I have to buy more, but so far I’m enjoying the overall functionality and high. There is a cloudiness to it though that doesn’t seem to slow me down.
4hrs have passed and I have decided to hit Erowid, this stuff is maybe touching upon the more adventurous and desire to learn side of me. I found an acid story I stopped giving a shit about when the author kept going on about a woman he wasted this acid trip to resolve a relationship crisis with. Psychedelics can be therapeutic. They can also be devastating, so proceed with caution.
I had a thought. It has occurred to me that it shocks the ego when we are dropped into this world and to see all the others like us and also not like us. We are all different and same. What it is hard to reconcile are the differences. How do we connect and how not? How can we as people co-exist and be respected as individuals whose unique contribution is also regarded should it be desired so.
Well I’m 8 hours in and have smoked about 2 grams, a modest amount I may pass out on some of the other shit we have posted here in my weed diary. Smoking, smoking and now it’s been 9, Gypsy Kings on YouTube, 10 and more the same. I pass out as predicted to the music. It’s exactly 4:20am. I have stopped regarding this time with such fervor. I wake up every morning at that time especially when I weed out for the night.
Still listening to Gypsy Kings, but I’m about to change it. This band is like a road, it’s always going somewhere that it hasn’t been with a consistent flow and reassurance. I was listening to some Indian stuff earlier. Although it showed an appreciation in it’s sound for the cyclical nature of the universe with it’s repetitious melody and heavy beats to the droning of lo-fi women and Sitars, I had to drop it, it was harshing my mellow. Tell me what you think… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBAj4nbdLEU
It’s now 5:12am. Still rockin’ the buzz and haven’t smoked self sobre yet. I generally smoke a strain to that point before I move onto the next. I call this particular strain The Illuminati. It’s a real creeper bud with a rare mind erasing effect I haven’t gotten with other buds, but it’s preferred. It slowly creeps in and systematically stones you and clears your head. Seems Illuminati-ish to me. All of a sudden the urge to pass out hits me. I’m not going to give in. I just woke up. This Indian shit is killing me. I’m going to pass out. Time to change the tunes. I’m getting into this band called Patent Zero.

I have been droning all night. I have gotten very little done outside of writing this article. I have been trying to sleep, but already had. I can’t bring myself to do anything productive unless it’s something I want to do them. That’s my style… Sometimes I have to force myself to want to do things. Cannabis usually motivates me though. The fact that it’s nothing out in terms of temperature doesn’t help. It’s 7am. I’m going to see Star Wars 8 today. I’m gonna get lit…
2 days later…
It’s 7am and I’m listening to Santana as loud as my laptop speakers can play it. Black Magic Woman blares as my room mate sits brain dead in the other room, a 24 hour barrage of CNN as if she like they rest of them are waiting for a special message to be delivered. Someone is going to come save them from the reaping… not me.. Once builders are now buyers and consumers eating the fruits of their four fathers, getting their kicks before it all goes to shit. Why don’t they try something else? Some said it was almost a crime to vote 3rd party last year. I go to the weed station in my room and decide to pack another one. I almost can’t help it. I feel I need to be stoned 24 / 7. My friend said they tell her it’s just teen angst. Funny, I’m 24. I don’t want it to go away. I don’t want to accept complacency… these people are fucking slaves…
Overall… this was a sleepy bud with some psychotic effects depending on amount consumed. I was smoking 2-3 Gs a day… It helped me see things clearly, maybe too clearly. I ran out after 5 days. The next bag my dude got me was AK47.

Lemon Haze

Head: 8.2
Body: 6
This bud is an easy high, very normal. I haven’t passed out yet, although I am only smoking a gram a day. It shouldn’t take much for you to get there off this Yellow tinted strain and will cost you 10 for a G in Central Maine, an area becoming increasingly potent in top shelf availability. Thankfully people from out of state are making their way up to the region and my dealer always has the best shipped in or grown out of town. The nug in the 2nd pic is a part of a gram I paid the regular for. I have been smoking this nug every 4 hours throughout the day as I have been sick and seeking relief from the Cold. It has not helped so much, but has just made it easier to sleep it off.
I am going to smoke my last bowl of this and watch The Cat in the Hat. The movie is a great take on the value of non-conformity in a lockstep and self sabotaging consumer society. I hope to relate to the themes more while my spirits are lifted… I’ll be quite stoned…. I had some other options like; Dark City, The Matrix, Chasing Sleep, but living with my conformist parents makes me wish I had my own little experience with the Cat. I have been living with family recently so I can save and go to college without as much stress as living on my own, which I have done since I was 18… I am currently 24.
I bounced from film to film without much satisfaction. After an hour I returned to something political without much regard (as usual) for the content. The daily squabble between two political slave classes, organized marches between institutions of the pretentious and misled. I desire a world with dispassionate regard for insane differences, I may never know such equitable outcome. Agendas run high… as do I…
I rate this high on my list of all time buds. The limited amount I bought lasted 3 days due its potency. I was very functional with a light intensity for 4 hours minimum each toke. I couldn’t smoke a whole pipe of it. It’s what veterans call a two hitter quitter.

Sex Candy

My roommate Joe Foster, the worthless fat bastard, pedo creep procured this strain from a dispensary and quite naturally I smoked most of it while he was at work. It seemed no better than your average Sativa mix. I passed out on the floor by the bed I believe. Some of these better Las Vegas NUWU strains tend to put you out for a few days physically before you smoke yourself completely sober, then you have to switch to a new blend. After a month of Chronically smoking the Chronic of 8 different sorts I was no longer able to feel it and had to stay straight for a week to recharge — great opportunity for on-the-streets podcast work which required more motivation then compatible with the frame of mind these herbs put me in — lazy and Nihilistic. Overall a nice buzz with no quantifiable advantages other than a cute name ‘Sex Candy.” I still have the jar it came in. I highly recommend the Chocolope in LV at literally any dispensary. Black Jack and NUWU are the worst in terms of cost and should be avoided.

Shit on the right is your strain: Super Silver Haze

Sleepy…

I feel like this bud personifies this period in my life–the end of a long and sleepy adventure into the realm of Cannabis. Sleepy, Indica, a word for which I’ve attributed to well more than half a motivation devastating crop tested over the past two years. The stuff on the left is homegrown but sticky. It personifies the beginning; 2009 when I started weed was much like the latter. Laws have changed and intensities have developed. New strains continue to proliferate.

Back in Vegas I catalogued and smoked some of the cities newest and most expensive from Blackjack to NUWU. When the bottom dropped out on Nevada all I took was a journal loaded with invoices. Another article of mine will list these invoices by photo. I hold a small collection of like jars in a storage unit back east.

 

LA Woman

A strain named for the famous song from The Doors

A 5050 mix of Sativa and Indica.

Sleepy… passed out on couch after return home from friends’ on Pleasant St. required by necessity…