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Stardate 2 July 2024

126 Days left to save what remains of our Democracy

Shout out to the folks around me who reached out to see if I had enough weed after the bullshit Supreme Court decisions this week. Thank y'all;MiMi loves y'all.

What tickles me to no end, however, is how much weed I don't smoke.

If you're reading my blog, you probably know me and my medical background, so I'll spare y'all the repetition. I'll also spare y'all the lecture about the medicinal benefits of cannabis over pill form prescription (Rx) drugs.

What I will say is since I made the switch from Rx over five years ago, I have not once ever felt the need to sell my plasma, set fire to or flood out my apartment to collect the insurance money, or assault someone and render them homeless. Not that I ever had those inclinations in the first place, (and/but) weed doesn't make you act like that. With that,I'm jumping off of my cannabis advocacy soapbox now.

I had a visceral response to the Supreme Court's decision criminalizing homelessness. When my neighbor/friend rang my doorbell to check on me, I was visibly shaken and tears were streaming down my face. The first thing my neighbor asked was if I had enough weed. LOL. It's the end of the month, so I was literally sucking the air out of my vape cartridges hoping to catch a pull. My neighbor left and came back with a couple of nugs. I was really thankful and said, "this should keep me for a until I get paid". I was getting paid the day after next.

Let me just say the look of shock on my neighbor's face was classic. The next day she came over with more nugs and I explained that I still had some of the nugs left from the day before. I suppose she thought I was lying and she made me take it anyway. Then the conversation sequed into how apparently I'm smoking more because of stress; and that I may have to upgrade to a different vape battery so that I could start buying the two gram (2g) vape cartridges. This way it will last me all month, "fo sho".

I like to believe I have a rather eloquent and colorful vocabulary, however the adjectives and other modifiers escape me at the moment to describe the look on my neighbor's face after telling her I typically only consume maybe two to three grams of cannabis (in any form) a month.

I am a waste of the medicinal marijuana program and since weed is legal in my state and I can order it to be delivered easier than pizza, I never renewed my MMP card.

The last statement is a little bit of an embellishment, because I shit you not, the pizza jawn I order from out here is knocking at my door as soon as I hit the send button.

All I'm really waiting for now is to see how once the FDA is done with the reclassification of marijuana if our medical insurance will cover it and what the co-pays might be. All of this is also dependent on how incredioulsy ignorant the American population is. We already know the orange demon wants to get rid of goverment agencies like the FDA so if the ignorant racists get their way, cannabis may be criminalized again. If you want to keep your green/vote blue.

Peace,

P. (motherfuckin) S. To Quan/John/Sean or whatever the alias you're using this week to rob disabled women, remember when I asked you to leave me some weed when you left and you said "it was too expensive to share"? I'm giving you the middle finger right now. I'ma lightweight; and you're a cheap bamma.