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Weediquette: Stoned Moms
If you get the moms smoking then you can get almost anybody. That’s the plan of the legal cannabis industry, and they’re searching for ways to get moms around the country to set down their wine and light up.

We travel to Denver with Jessica Roake, a mother of two from the suburbs of Washington, DC, for a mom-friendly cannabis tour. She gets blazed beyond belief in the name of market research.
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vicemag:

Weediquette: Stoned Moms

If you get the moms smoking then you can get almost anybody. That’s the plan of the legal cannabis industry, and they’re searching for ways to get moms around the country to set down their wine and light up.

We travel to Denver with Jessica Roake, a mother of two from the suburbs of Washington, DC, for a mom-friendly cannabis tour. She gets blazed beyond belief in the name of market research.

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What sets the mood- Inspiration from the imagination

Thursday August 28 2014

Every Friday I have chosen to write about particular topics, but as you can see…I’ve dated this post THURSDAY August 28.

My reasoning is that whatever events happen to me on Thursday I collect all of the data, and finally jot everything down on Friday.

Now why Thursdays?? I honestly do not know, but I do know is that fascinating things do happen to me, and to be honest I’m just speaking out of my ass…

Absolutely nothing happens to me on Thursdays, except for an episode of Naruto Shippuden and Tokyo Ghoul…yep ANIME

I get much of my literary inspiration from Animes, North American Cartoons, Mangas, and Comics.

I find it astonishing that I have to make this distinction. I have many short stories in development that are based around my love for action. I particularly love a good assassination flick, but I find there is always a lack in story.

Now does that mean I have seen every single assassin story known to man kind?

No, but it doesn’t stop me from enjoying the genre.

I always imagined something so off the wall that even Quentin Tarantino would wet himself. Speaking of Tarantino, his Kill Bill Vol 1 and 2 were enough to jump start the idea of well…assassins. But I want to go more I depth into characterizations, environments, motivations.

What does it mean to be an assassin?

Are assassins bound by the rules of their respective environments?

Are their environments the cause of why they are assassins in the first place?

Are they simply antagonists and condemned to a life of villainy because they kill people?

What makes an assassin different on a mental and emotional level?

So many damn questions!!

Writing a story and not pulling Masashi Kishimoto or M Night Shyamalan  sized plot holes is proving to be a difficult task but not impossible.

I have to be able to give readers enough information to come up with their own theories and have suspenseful moments while reading.

The excitement…

The thrill…

Things from my imagination have proven to be a combination of live action and animation.

I take everything I have ever experienced, and formulate them into words. The best parts include what attacks my interests.

Is this what makes a good writer?

I don’t fucking know…my mood tells me to sleep on it

Photos Credit:

http://www.onsecrethunt.com/wallpaper/aveline-assassins-creed-4-black-flag/29700/

http://www.emag.ro/joc-assassin-s-creed-liberation-hd-pentru-pc-ubi1010152/pd/DBJQSBBBM/

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305 To My City-“I get it”…I think

Thursday August 21 2014

Everyday that I wake up there is always a particular tune that plays in rotation throughout the day. There is always a theme, and I don’t know if this is just my subconscious  telling me ‘I get it I get it. Money is tight, but your’e working so…I get it I get it, I feel that I won’t accomplish much in my life, but you’re young and you have time…I get it I get it. I’ve heard this song interpreted in several different ways. Drake is congratulating a stripper, or is condescending. Either way it doesn’t matter. What I took away from it (or at least what I retained) was the “i get it, I get it”. At least SOMEONE understands me. No, I am not a stripper nor a lady of the night, so congratulations is not needed from Drake (insert sarcasm here).

I’ve come to  realize that there is much I complain about, or what isnow fashionably being called “first world problems”.  I feel ridiculous for even mentioning something like this, even more embarrassed to admit I even have such a thing as “first world problems”. “I need my Starbucks in the morning for I cannot function’ or “the line up in the Tim Hortons drive thru/through is really backed up” (meanwhile the line inside is practically  non-existent,  so basically we are  a bunch of lazy, coffee driven people).

Being lazy is not really the topic for discussion, but really what does it mean to be someone “living life” striving to accomplish their goals, however small or large. 

Around the evening (about 7:30pm) I texted my childhood friend Tracey to go get a Frappuccino from Starbucks (a “first world ” guilty pleasure”). We headed into our neighbourhood old country otherwise  known as Streetsville in Mississauga. We ended up taking a detour to the former hotel/public house and now restaurant The Franklin House to meet with a few friends of hers. 

Now, I am incredibly socially awkward around meeting new people, or REintroducing myself to folks I have happened to know before, and haven’t spoken to them in years or even months. I get nervous, my pits start to water, my throat gets dry, I look around in various directions pretending I see something intriguing, I look to my cellphone as a means of distraction, and then……I just become the classic introvert and keep quiet….*sigh* 

This….this may be a surprise to most who know me as well as their favourite television show, where they only see it once a week, and in particular seasons the show goes on hiatus….but I digress

For those who know me well, like Tracey, she knows I don’t do crowds very well. 2-3 people….SURE….5-14….I need a new shirt. There goes my brain again…”I get it I get”, just to stay calm. I had very little distraction going for me because my cellphone died so I had no choice but to talk to the people around me.

The night turned into a cesspool of nostalgia with former high school classmates. Bloody Caesars, Pints of beer, rum and cokes, and 9-1am karaoke.

I got home realizing that the entire night was a complete throwback thursday (Instagram linguistics). Everyone who had gone through my high school had some sort of struggle where they didn’t know where they wanted to go after their College/University years, and seeing the fruits of their labours come into….umm fruition. Some of us worry about money and what jobs will pay to sustain our lives. I thought I had to worry about money that night considering that I accidentally was debiting my drinks out the wrong bank account,  and so the debit machine kept coming up as declined…..-___-

I felt like Kevin Hart trying to explain myself. Luckily, I figured out the problem, gave Tracey a look, and from her face I could just see “I get it I get it” (haha).

The point is, I can’t find any excuses for my problems, and its okay that I don’t have all the answers. I’m still learning, and many hilarious, sad, angry, happy things happen to me everyday, so why not laugh about ALL OF THOSE THINGS.

Best believe there is someone out there going  through the EXACT or similar OR some type of shit just like you or I, and they’ll just say:

"I get it, I get it"