The clock read 10:00 AM, but time was irrelevant. I had already sparked up the first joint of the day, a sticky strain that goes by the name of Blueberry Muffin, a fitting companion for the confectionary orgy that awaited. As the weed kicked in, I felt my mind uncoil like a rattlesnake in the desert sun, ready to strike at the heart of this cream-filled anarchy.I navigated the … [Read more...] about Stoned And Cream-Filled: Navigating National Donut Day