

Also in Texas because twenty years ago, my beloved wife HAD to have a house and there was no way in hell that was happening in California.
Today the wife is gone, the house is gone, the dogs are dead, and the daughter is grown and living in a far away civilized state that respects her right to exist.
And I’m still here. I pretty much don’t leave the house anymore except to go to work and get groceries. So very, very tired of everything here, but no viable way out in the foreseeable future.
I actually miss the old Mexican brick weed from thirty years ago. It could give you a headache, but otherwise, the high it produced of everything being hilarious doesn’t seem to exist anymore. Modern weed pretty much makes me instantly catatonic.
Further, I don’t know if it’s age, but a single bong rip will send me into violent fits of coughing that frequently render me running outside to puke.
I’ve stopped smoking entirely in favor of edibles due to the coughing thing. The edibles still knock me the hell out. I don’t know how the younger set wakes and bakes and carries on with their day with the modern stuff.