All of a sudden my brain 🧠 began to flicker, I found myself in the midst of a craving like no other. 🌆🤘 I’ve got the itch for some fresh, raw, unfiltered rap music that’ll hit me like a wave, taking me on a journey through the lyrical madness of the city streets and beyond. 🎤🏙️
But that’s not all that was brewing in the cauldron of my thoughts! 🍺🤔 There was a frosty beer, standing tall and proud, just begging to be cracked open and savored. 🍻❄️ Like an elixir of inspiration, fueling my creative spirit for whatever Dabbin-Dad adventure lied ahead. 📝✨
And if you were peeking into the depths of my consciousness at the time, you’d have found those mischievous thoughts dancing in the shadows… 💨💃 Yeah, I’m talking about those subtle hints of dabbing, the cherry on top of a wild night. 🍒🔥 That’d be great.
So, there I was, embracing the Dabbin-Dad spirit, ready to dive headfirst into a night of new rap vibes, ice-cold brews, and more than likely, a bit of dabbing madness. 🤪🤘
I was off to the Beeracks in East Haven. There was going to be a lot going on there. Everything I’d been hoping for… New jams, beer, and dabs.
It was a celebration of Spark Kent‘s album release titled Trichome Therapy. Plus there was beer there along with amazing food by Smoke Fire (Spanish American BBQ Food Truck) and a Dab Bar from… You guessed it, Dabbin-Dad!
I unleashed my inner speed demon! 🏎️💨 Picture this: the roaring engine, adrenaline pumping, and the wind whipping through my hair. 🌬️💨 It was like Star Wars met Fast & Furious on a psychedelic highway! 🌀✨ We’re talking pedal to the metal, the road a blur, and time bending as I watched my GPS time of arrival go in reverse. 🕰️🌀
🚗💨 My Tie-Figher was locked, loaded, and SCREAMING down the asphalt like I was shot out of a gun and there was no tomorrow! 🏎️🔊 I needed new Rap Music, Beer, and get Heisenberged (Smoking a Dab wrapped in THC Diamonds, not meant for the casual toker).
I had arrived in my typical smokey fashion. I wasn’t sure if the weed smell was coming from the vendor tents or my car. I didn’t care, it was just a passing thought. None the less, I was here and I needed to find my people.
As I stepped out of my vehicle, I couldn’t help but feel an electric charge in the air, as if the spirits of all weed, beer, and rap music were whispering, “You’ve got this, champ!” 🚗💨
With a swagger in my step and a twinkle in my eye, I began my journey across this vast expanse of painted lines and concrete. 🚀 Every stride, a declaration of freedom! 🚶♂️💪 I even tossed a few nonchalant waves to the passersby, as if I owned the place! 👑 That’s when I found my people and we went to get some beers.
We found ourselves in the dimly lit bar, where the beer flowed like a torrent, and the bartenders were modern-day alchemists, turning liquid gold into liquid joy. The walls pulsed with psychedelic artwork, and the patrons wore their eccentricities like badges of honor. I raised my glass to the absurdity of it all, to the reckless pursuit of pleasure, and to the camaraderie of kindred spirits. We were all travelers on this wild journey, riding the waves of ale and the highs of life and every sip was an adventure and every moment was a story waiting to be written. 🍻✨
I had the Darkside Sour. Who could resist such a name? It’s a Sour Ale brewed with Hibiscus, Passion Fruit, Orange, and Guava. This ale took my taste buds on a wild ride into Flavor Town and I was loving every twist and turn! The tartness from the hibiscus and passion fruit, the zing of the orange, and the sweetness of the guava was a taste explosion that was off the charts! I have glimpsed into the abyss of flavor, and it winked back at me. 🎉🎯
That’s when I got hit with the bass. I gotta tell you, we stumbled into the illest joint in town, and they were laying down the SICKEST beats of today! 💯🔊 It’s like they plugged into my soul and cranked up the rhythm! 🙌🎵
The bass is thumping so hard you can feel it in my bones, lyrics so raw they could slice through steel, and the flow? Pure lyrical wizardry. 😎🔮 Spark Kent slayed it!
If you weren’t there, you missed out BIG TIME! But don’t worry, I got you covered – You can stream this madness on all platforms, so you can vibe with it wherever you are! So make sure to check it out.
Spark Kent – Trichome Therapy.
You won’t regret it.
It was time to do some dabs with The Wildebeest. 🔥🦓
I mean, when you are living life on the edge, why not kick it up a notch, right? 😎🤘 We grabbed the trusty dab rig and lit up the parking lot in style. The Wildebeest, had some serious lung capacity, let me tell you! 💨🔥
We’re talking about clouds so thick, you could lose yourself in ’em. 😵🌬️ The moon was high, the stars were shining, and our wildest dreams were up in smoke! 🌌✨
You’d be proud, my friend! This was a crazy, mind-bending adventure that pushed the boundaries of sanity and sense. But hey, that’s what life’s all about, right? 🤪🌏 And then we handed them out to the masses.
“Are you ready to take a wild ride on the dab train?” 🚂💨 I yelled.
“FREE DABS!!!” bellowed The Wildebeest.
Picture this: under the Dabbin-Dad tent, filled with the wildest crew you could ever imagine, each one stepping up to the dab rig like fearless warriors! 🙌💨
💥 First up was Johnny, with his eyes as red as the Devil’s hot sauce. He took that dab like a champ and exhaled clouds that would make even the mightiest dragons jealous! 🐉☁️
💫 Then came Paul, the fearless dab King. He stepped up with a wink and a grin, hitting the rig so smooth it looked like he was dancing with the very essence of euphoria. The parking lot practically shook as he exhaled, and the collective laughter and cheers erupted like fireworks! 🎆🤣
And the madness didn’t stop there! One by one, the people took their turns, and each hit sent them deeper into a realm of pure, unadulterated joy. 🌌😂
By the time we were done, our eyes were as red as stop signs, and our spirits were soaring through the stratosphere. It was a night of absolute Dabbin-Dad glory, and we wouldn’t have had it any other way! 🚀🔴😄
Oh damn, the food truck is here. Let me get some of that.
The food truck was originally supposed to be Smoke and Fire, but instead we got this mystery truck from parts unknown! Quality foods that were down right amazing. Man oh man… It was awesome. My burrito was bigger than my foot and the best eats I’ve had in a while.
After the belly was full it was time to crank up the madness. We gathered in the smoky haze of our favorite spot, The Dabbin-Dad Dab Bar. We were ready to embark on an epic journey of dabs and camaraderie. 🌬️💨 We grabbed the rig, heat that banger, and dove headfirst into a psychedelic whirlwind of concentrates and camaraderie like never before! 🌀💥 Then we blasted The Heisenberg. The outcome was as unstable as any theory of quantum mechanics.
Stay Weird
