Yup, I'm a serial writer.
Thought I would dust this off a bit and give maybe a bit of an update.
I'm not driving anymore, I'm at home. I got to get across the country a couple of times for a few months, and I wound up rolling my rig in Alabama, about 11 miles short of the state line to Florida. By the grace of the gods, I walked away from that one. It was a helluva experience. Suffice it to say that there was mechanical failure, a re-treaded drive tire blew coupled with inexperience.
What a ride.
As souvieners, I met some wonderful people, got to see the great wide spaces of America, and my left shoulder will ache with the weather change for the rest of my life.
But it hasn't all been bad.
After a couple of months of therapy, I wound up kicking around with an old friend I hadn't seen in ages. For a birthday gift, I walked into a head shop and asked if I could have a job. Within a month, the boss walked out and I was running the store. About six months later, four robberies at one location, a two week stint at another location which was also robbed, they made me a desk jockey at a warehouse, inputting the latest shipments of water pipes and let me drool over the lastest, greatest show pieces to come through the pipes in the art of glassblowing.
The new job consumes a lot of time, which I bitch about but really isn't a bad job. I mean, the boss is rather absentee and when he appears, he does a lot of bitching. But we try to keep his stores selling, we try to keep his stores stocked, and in general, try to keep all hell from breaking loose.
It IS a chain of head shops. I mean...there's a certain expectancy that there's going to be some crazy shit happening.
And it has. I mean, the manager that walked out embezzled over fifteen grand, not to mention I can't even begin to imagine the thousands of dollars of merchandise she was lifting from the owner (and I do mean thousands....for a while, each of his stores independently ordered their items....so as far as we can figure...she would over-order a few hundred dollars worth of stuff then quietly stash it away in a storage rental....total sleazeball thieving waste of a person...). I got to fly to different cities with the Big Boss and buy cool shit for the stores. Hell, I even got to the Champs Show in Las Vegas, saw Tommy Chong and had my picture taken with Jerome Baker.
And you can't imagine how much shit I've learned about smoking pot in less than a year. It's crazy.
I smoke socially on occasion now. Before, I really didn't at all. The stuff would make my feet numb and I would talk about philosophical ideas until I realized my train of thought had no caboose (or someone switched the track...), so I didn't really care for it...but...the year before I moved back to the big city, my sister's cancer got worse. She called me up one day and said that the ultra-high dosage of morphine wasn't helping her anymore and 'could I please see if I could find her an alternative'. So I started doing some research. My hippie and witchie friends were asked many questions, mainly, how could I get some pain relief for my sister without her having to smoke the shit?
So...I learned to make green butter. And tincture.
My sister passed about a year and a month after...but some ideas just kind of stick. So...as I got into the head shop game, at first, it was kind of one of those "how far can I push this before I get fired?" So far, I haven't hit the limit, but the more vertical I've gone up in the company, the less inclined I am to do the really crazy shit I did at first. Like bring vodka to work. Or drop acid and run a register.
Anyway, in the past few weeks, I've been working on the edibles part.
I've been told I'm rather heavy-handed with alcohol. Being a borderline diabetic, I have a tendency to not get drunk on copious amounts of alcohol. A friend of mine dubbed my drinks "Roofie-coladas" and frankly, most people are warned from letting me mix drinks for them. Since I have been working on the edibles, it's apparently much the same way. "Chocolate-roofie-chip cookies" go over well, though.
Guess right now I'm just touching base, trying to get back into the swing of writing. Hopefully, people will read.
