When I was a teenage G13 was that mythical strain the government reportedly grew deep within an underground nuclear facility behind Area 51’s secret garden.
You had to be dying of complications from full blown AIDS, Cancer, Tuberculosis, Hepatitis C and toenail fungus just to have a permit to smoke it, shit was that serious son.
Well I got some G13 the other night and it ain’t that serious. But it is damn good. G13 features nice dense buds that will crumble like a fine powder under the weight of your greedy thumb and forefinger. I packed some in a glass bowl along with a host of other accouterments and got straight Federal off that shit. I taxed the hell out of my step- son, incarcerated my wife, deported my mother in law, moved my little baby into a real nice neighborhood, built a wall around it and then chased all the poor people out. It was kind of fun.
Best Song To Listen To While Indulging: Dead Prez – Hip Hop
Best Show to Watch While Indulging: Schoolhouse Rock
Hi, my name is Petey Wheatstraw. I’m an avid marijuana smoker, writer, devoted father and non-profit minion– not necessarily in that order. A Chicago native I’ve lived in the Bay Area since 1996.