Philly-girl with a flare for critical banter and dramatic intrigue. Avid dabbler in the mastery of word-play & published contributor to a former communications blog. See my latest meanderings on life as a creative & nymph for prose.
The Glow-Up of Mary Jane:
Among the many things that remind me of how my mid-thirties have set-in is how much weed has changed in price and grade. What we once classified as either “indoor” or “outdoor” has been trumped by medicinal strains and anything less is basically dirt. With hybrids growing in popularity to treat various ailments, one can literally customize the potency of their herbal experience. Since this switch-over to what has become a more openly practiced pass-time, the standard of blazing a fat one can become an expensive recreation for those of us who still remember the good 'ole days.