2015 was a blur. I know, I know every year someone in the world has to make that assertion so let this be the year to make mine. Because aside from what my phone’s camera captured I honestly can’t remember a damn thing from the past 365 days (except for lots of senseless killings, LOTS). Maybe all that forgetfulness has got something to do with these five little friends I acquired, just to cope with all the madness that’s in this world:
2015 was the year of Kush. You’re going to find about oh, 2 to 5 of varieties of them on this list because they’ve just been so damn kind to me this past year. Kush is my everything. Okay, my family is my everything, but Kush is somewhere there on that list, like 2nd cousin status.
Just the name alone of this particular strain sends shivers down my spine. Burmese Kush. Who the hell smokes something called that in the 21st Century? I should be smoking this shit with Edgar Allan Poe or Fitz Hugh Ludlow after raiding some pharaohs cursed tomb.
And have you smoked Burmese Kush? Good grief that stuff had me feeling like I was on Absinthe bender, or at least what I imagine being intoxicated on an Absinthe bender is like. Okay so maybe that’s not the greatest simile but the bottom line is the Burmese Kush had me hotter than a Chinese firecracker.
Wait…that wasn’t a particularly good simile either was it?
Haha I smoked this and you didn’t! Just kidding it wasn’t that purple. But in all seriousness, you need to move to the West Coast.
You know those promises you make around New Years that you know you will never keep? Yes? Okay, well, don’t be one of those assholes who says “I need to cut back on my weed“. If you need to say that then you don’t need to be smoking in the first place. Put down your “vape pen” and leave this lifestyle to us real smokers. That being said Blackberry Kush is a good place to start if you’re looking to ramp up your consumption. It got me high as the stratosphere without all the pressure.
Can I confess something? All this is amazing to me. ALL this. The fact that I can write about weed, and smoke it (somewhat) freely is a mind gang bang. If you are in a city or county where weed is not readily available for medical or recreational use I feel for you, I really do. I know that frustration. I urge you to contact your lawmakers, speak to your friends and neighbors. There’s a mighty big stigma that weed needs to kick. And that, my friends, I see taking some time. So speak out about it, profess your love for it, or at the very least, your tolerance to it.
Oh yeah and Deadhead OG is the shit.
I smoke a fair amount of cannabis and I have no contention with that. It hasn’t ruined my marriage, made my kids hate me, my bosses fire me, my friends forget me, people shake their heads sadly at me. And the beautiful thing is all these different strains I just listed have their own unique effects, which one needs to respect and understand in their entirety.
I guess what I’m trying to say as I fall asleep here is marijuana is not like alcohol. It’s much more varied and complex. Take the time to get to know which strains fit you the best! I found the Skunk really mellowed me out after just a hit or two. Very powerful stuff. They also don’t call it the skunk for no reason. If people don’t know you smoke weed they will after you crack open a bag of this shit.
My name is Petey Wheatstraw, also known as Charles Stevens. I’m an avid marijuana smoker, writer, devoted father and non-profit minion– not necessarily in that order. A Chicago native I’ve lived off and on in the Bay Area since 1996. Seven years ago I finally settled here to capture the changing face of our communities.