Wow. I just realized I’ve written over 100 articles for this website since I first began it in June of last year. That’s 100 articles I’ve put out there for you hoping you were too stoned to notice how poorly written they were.
Firstly, let me apologize for this lengthy deception. I’ve signed up for nightly writing courses at City College so I should be a better writer in a couple of years.
Secondly, since I also smoke cannabis I’ve found that I honestly remember about 25% of what I actually write, so it’s not unusual for me to “stumble” upon something I’ve written when vetting articles for the site.
And who doesn’t like to take a trip down memory lane?
So, about an hour ago I found an article I wrote about last year’s HempCon. It was painful to read, as I wrote that article like I was on some real hot shit like I was going to go to HempCon and represent and be most famous stoner the world has ever known.
But naturally, I didn’t go to HempCon. I’m no more well known than when I first started smoking weed and I’m fairly certain the weekend of HempCon I smoked out and tooled around my house like I was lost in the grips of dementia all fucking day.
So will I go to this year’s HempCon, held this April 15-17 at the Cow Palace Arena? If I don’t I will be a poser of the largest magnitude and perhaps not fit to run this site. If I do go, however, I’m doing it for you all, because I want you to see what it’s like firsthand:.
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.