Quick Dry Smoke Report: The Bomb
It will be interesting to be able to compare notes of the different stage smokes. Even at this raw state the Bomb is a heavy hitter. Definitely a creative head high. She has me thinking from a different perspective. I don't really have time yet to try either of them out, to just relax and experience it, but both have been strong enough to carry me for over four hours on just four to six hits.
After the third hit this morning I was laughing at the evolution of the mechanics and staging of the cannabis since beginning to smoke homegrown. You've seen pictures of the sweet antique custard cups I keep the current consumables in. When we smoke street crap (should I correct that to "when we used to..."?) we kept it stored here
Now I just use that to store the pipe and lighter.
It needs cleaned. Or replaced.
It's more pleasing to the eye to keep a small bit in lovely glass dishes (one of my weaknesses) and lay out what you need for this dose.
To share a bit of the symbolism in this single photo:
- The lighter is a reminder that for over a decade we were blessed to operate a tattoo studio in the valley Dale grew up in. Didn't make any real money, but we touched a lot of lives and had a splendid time being ourselves, without compromise.
- My best friend lives in Phoenix. She likes to occasionally fly me out for a visit, though it's been too many years since life allowed that to happen. We came close last year but Dale's surprises and her mother's comparable challenges changed those plans. We talk almost every morning, as she drives to work. I purchased this coaster during one of those visits and it keeps me tuned into her energy.
The pipe has three hearts in it. Our daughter has a mild compulsion with the number three and I indulge that all the time. Even slicing green pepper for her snacks I will make sure the slices are in multiples of three.
Surrounded by my loved ones at all times.
Time is wasting and I have to run. Out the door onto frozen sidewalks deceptively camouflaged in the cold morning light. So cold I can barely focus through the bifocals. You know what you've smoked is of good quality when you can calmly wait in sub freezing temperatures and think of how happy you are.
That was when the Bomb sent me to thinking of love. My defining belief is that the purpose of life is to love and be loved in return. There I was, standing in the freezing cold, enjoying the stunning vistas of the bluffs along the river, feeling happy and excited about getting to see Dale again. Because I love him and we don't do well apart.
Which sent me to thinking of the Beatles and how they built their international appeal on love. "She Loves You", "And I Love Her", "Love Me Do". Then I quickly downloaded a couple of my favorites and added them to a new playlist that I felt spoke to our shared love. Something to listen to as I traveled to and fro. These were gleaned from the minimal list I keep in my phone.
Ain't No Sunshine - Bill Withers (The Best of Bill Withers)
All OF Me - Willie Nelson (The Very Best Of Willie Nelson)
And I Love Her - The Beatles (A Hard Day's Night)
Make You Feel My Love - Adele (iTunes Live From Soho)
Only Love Can Break Your Heart - Neil Young (After The Goldrush)
Royals - Walk Off The Earth (Royals, Single)
Shower The People - James Taylor (Greatest Hits)
Something - The Beatles (1)
Stardust - Willie Nelson (Stardust)
When Did You Fall - Chris Rice (Amusing)
Some damn good music there.
She's a sweet and potent med at this early stage. In three to four weeks I'll give her another try.