The Chronic, Tical, Kaya, Kesha, Cheeba Cheeba, Dr. Greenthumb, Piff. Whether we Smoke Two Joints, Take Hits From the Bong or Pass the Kouchie to the left hand side, the culture loves to Stay High Day ’N Nite.
But something has come along that makes us question everything we’ve ever smoked. Something from a doctor who specializes in manipulating the brain. Where a contact high alone has the effects of an Evangelist conducting open-head surgery. It’s a high so strong it’ll have you running towards gunfire, thinking Egyptian Pyramids are throwback supermarkets and taking low key naps on stage. Dude.
Do you feel that the Big Bang Theory is the work of Satan? Do you giggle uncontrollably while speaking about mass shootings? Then you must be smoking on that Ben Carson.
Burn Down, Babylon.
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