Lot to like about Texas. That ain’t one.
I’m from the time (in college), when you stuffed a towel on the bottom of the door so the smell didn’t get out.
Anyway, actually designed a grow/packaging facility a couple years back. Very cool project, pun intended.
Don’t smoke much cuz my wife, South African, is adamant that weed = heroine. Strong willed, that lady, and haven’t been able to disabuse her of the her wrongful thinking. I will get there however.
Anyway, point of the post is that my neighbor has a gazillion plants in his yard, and lately has been giving me some wonderful stuff, the best of which he calls bubble hash.
Ladies and Gentlemen, that is some really good shit.
Other point of the post is that I have yet to visit a dispensary, but the whole concept of having an assortment of stuff, in different forms, that produce different kinds of highs, that you all take for granted, is proof positive that the human race is evolving, and in a good way. Cheers!
Y’all’s conversation is fucking fascinating.
In fact, I’m going to check out a dispensary this weekend.
Keep up the good work.