Leon Trout
when in doubt, twirl
normally i consider the 30 minutes or so after my return from hyperspace one of my favorite parts of the experience... a few serene moments after the roller coaster of space suits me just fine... until tonight...
i've spent the best part of a month figuring out the extraction process, trying different techniques & solvents, dialing in my end result... & i think i did a damn fine job... filled my litte jar (which i have kept magical things in since Jerry Garcia was alive) with 10 grams of spice & figured i was done extracting for at least a little bit... sent all the equipment & supplies to my own little hidey-hole & invited a few friends over for a group session... let me rephrase that... i invited a few "friends" over for a group session... Bri & Tiff, Chink & Ses, & Laura, who i've been sort of seeing off & on for the last month or so...
i rolled us 3 joints with 150mg of spice on each... lit them all at once, sent 'em around the room... i like this approach, everybody gets enough quick enough, & there's usually 3 half doobs left when we return... usually... this time there were no half doobs left when we got back... & Laura, she wasn't there either... neither was my jar or my 10 grams of spice...
i am normally a very peaceful character, but right now i'd damn near murder children to get at that woman... so i'll be locked in my house with the phone off until i can calm myself down a little... this is NOT the trip i signed up for...
never.trust.anyone.
i've spent the best part of a month figuring out the extraction process, trying different techniques & solvents, dialing in my end result... & i think i did a damn fine job... filled my litte jar (which i have kept magical things in since Jerry Garcia was alive) with 10 grams of spice & figured i was done extracting for at least a little bit... sent all the equipment & supplies to my own little hidey-hole & invited a few friends over for a group session... let me rephrase that... i invited a few "friends" over for a group session... Bri & Tiff, Chink & Ses, & Laura, who i've been sort of seeing off & on for the last month or so...
i rolled us 3 joints with 150mg of spice on each... lit them all at once, sent 'em around the room... i like this approach, everybody gets enough quick enough, & there's usually 3 half doobs left when we return... usually... this time there were no half doobs left when we got back... & Laura, she wasn't there either... neither was my jar or my 10 grams of spice...
i am normally a very peaceful character, but right now i'd damn near murder children to get at that woman... so i'll be locked in my house with the phone off until i can calm myself down a little... this is NOT the trip i signed up for...
never.trust.anyone.

Having your trust abused in that way, especially involving something which is highly precious to you, is truly awful and will mostly likely take some time to accept. However, the Buddhist in the back of my brain points to this as a potential lesson in relinquishing attachments. I know that you loved that jar, and I'm sure it served as a physical manifestation for many profound experiences over the course of your life, but it's loss does not mean the loss of those experiences. Try to accept the transient nature of your experience and keep breathing. The lessons take many forms. I'll be sending some positive vibes your way friend.
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