On my Way to the Grocery Store,
As I stopped to rest in the parking lot before going on (I am old), my dealer, who looks and acts like the late George Floyd, and who never approaches me, came and sat by me, and said he had remarkably good, new weed. And he was right. Durban Poison maybe. It's a strange, wonderful high, with intense Indica-duvet physical sensations, but at the same time bright Sativa clarity and awareness. Musical pot, such as I have not smoked since the early 70's (Thai Stick, Panama Red).
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