April 1st.A day built on lies, pranks, rubber snakes, and that one friend who still thinks putting salt in coffee is peak comedy.And there I was—standing on my porch like a philosopher in sweatpants—holding a lighter like it might reveal the truth behind everything. The air had that weird early-spring confusion to it. Not warm, not cold. Just… suspicious. Like the weather … [Read more...] about The Only Joke Is Time Itself
Dabbin Dad
Hospital Gowns Don’t Have Pockets… Especially for Your Medical Weed
Here’s a weird little reality check. In Connecticut, you can legally get medical marijuana, if recommended by a doctor. You can use it at home. You can use it for serious conditions. But the second you roll through hospital doors in one of those backless gowns? Suddenly your medicine becomes a problem. That’s why lawmakers in Connecticut are now debating a bill that would … [Read more...] about Hospital Gowns Don’t Have Pockets… Especially for Your Medical Weed
The War on Drugs, Finally Pointed in the Right Direction
For fifty years, the War on Drugs has looked like this: police cruisers idling in poor neighborhoods, helicopters circling street corners, and mugshots of people whose biggest crime was being close to the blast radius of a broken system. We went after the end of the supply chain like it was the beginning, and then acted shocked when nothing changed.Then something different … [Read more...] about The War on Drugs, Finally Pointed in the Right Direction
Christmas Didn’t End So Much As It Gently Exhaled.
The turkey was finally put to bed—picked clean, wrapped tight, slid into the fridge like a satisfied old uncle who’d told his last story. The trimmings followed: mashed potatoes sealed up, gravy capped, cranberry sauce looking surprised it survived another year. The house shifted from feast to aftermath, that sacred hour when the wrapping paper is gone and the dishwasher hums … [Read more...] about Christmas Didn’t End So Much As It Gently Exhaled.
From the Vault to the Medicine Cabinet
Well today has been one hell of a day, huh? I wake up expecting the usual political noise and instead get hit with the federal government finally admitting—out loud—that weed might actually belong in the real world. Donald Trump announced the reclassification of weed as a Schedule III drug under the Controlled Substances Act, which is Washington-speak for “maybe we’ve been … [Read more...] about From the Vault to the Medicine Cabinet
Guns, Guts, and Green: A Veterans Day Joint
By God, if there’s one day of the year that ought to come with free rolling papers and a prescription for perspective, it’s Veterans Day. A day for parades, for flags, for a thousand-yard stare into the American contradiction — and for the veterans who fought the wars, came home, and found themselves fighting new ones in their heads. You can’t salute a man for “defending … [Read more...] about Guns, Guts, and Green: A Veterans Day Joint
Pizza In The Woods At BurnNLearn Harvest Fest
The leaves were burning red and gold over Shelton, CT, when my immortal beloved and I rolled into Holy Ghost Park for the 2nd Annual BurnNLearn Harvest Fest. The air was that perfect October mix—crisp, sweet, and humming with a promise that something weird and wonderful was about to happen.Music drifted across the park—Dead Show and Mystic Dead trading riffs that felt older … [Read more...] about Pizza In The Woods At BurnNLearn Harvest Fest
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Only Good Vibes
Smoking Weed on Indigenous Peoples’ Day
There’s something deliciously ironic about lighting up a fat joint while the calendar reads “Indigenous Peoples’ Day.” You’re sitting on your couch, or maybe sprawled on a park bench, thinking about the history books, the colonizers, the unsung resilience of Native communities… and then—whoosh—the smoke curls up in lazy spirals, and suddenly all that heavy stuff floats off for … [Read more...] about Smoking Weed on Indigenous Peoples’ Day
