3-7-15

I'm sitting in the tub listening to music and relaxing. Candlelight, incense, green and my phone. As I write this I'm smoking a bowl of some serious killer herb. This shit needs to be legalized. I'm not talking a few states here and there. I'm talking about everyone having the option to smoke some stank should they feel the need to do so. When you smoke the only thing you do is eat, sleep and eat again. That's it. People have to be smart though. You can't go to work high. You can't drive high. You can't. That would be wrong. If you're chilling at your own house at 8:30 at night and you want to pop on a Big Bang or Mike & Molly on that ole DVR or TeVo and blaze a doobie you should be able too. You're not hurting anyone. It's natural. God made it. Native American Indian tribes used it. Hell it's actually good for you. If you give it a chance you will see. It helps with pain. Headaches. Upset tummy. Eye trouble. The list can be endless. Believe me it or not I don't care but it has helped me in so many ways. I am anerexic and weed helped me want to eat. I wanted food and my weight went up. I was diagnosed with several different mental illness issues and smoke helps me cope along with my meds. It's an extra little booster of help. Hemo also is a major factor in all of this. Hemp can give us paper and save trees. Rope. Clothes. Soap. This list could be endless. All I'm saying is don't knock it, till you try it. That's all. Peace. Love. Harmony.