Rosin vaporizing junkies’ unite every Monday at the dab bar. If you plan on sitting downstairs, you better plan on bringing your 10,000 dollar glass bong, fitted with a quartz banger and capped with a mothership carb cap. Don’t forget to have as many alcohol wipes a cue tips as a pediatric nurse during flu season to soak up all the half smoked oil and wipe off every surface you come in contact with. And don’t forget to bring a 1000 dollar cannon camera on a stand so you can angle it perfectly for the videos you take of every dab so all your Instagram fans don’t miss your next overly romanticized high. So let’s all mash giant samiches and try our hardest not to pull any of the ten bitches that showed up with all 200 guys cuz it’s not like we can bring them back to moms house this late anyway. The sesh ends at midnight!!! Isn’t that nifty?!?!?!
I am the Howard Roarke at every one of these Monday “seshes.” There I sit with a Mexican bottled squirt and I’m high as a kite laughing at the small batch medical community that smears at the profit based market they don’t have the balls, money, experience, or connections for. The government made medical to profit off of the black market. I go to dispensaries for the benefits of being able to get a wide selection of products at absurd rates that my wallet can handle due to my unerst efforts in the cannabis business. For every ten thousand dollar bong those kids spend five years saving up for Ive broken and not cared. Maybe I’m just a cynical prick but fuck you I’ve earned it.