White Widow
1/22/2017
Your dude shows up like two hours late and you haven't had anything all day. You open the door and let him in, eager to get whatever it is he has today and then get him to vamoose ASAP, naw mean?
What's that, homie?
You have what? You have the White? No, no, no way, WHITE WIDOW? You were right on time man, no sweat. You can show up four days late if you bring the Widow, dude. Do you want me to cook a steak for you? I'll go find a cow and slaughter it with a butter knife. Would you like to eat thirty homemade tacos right now? I'll roll the dang tortillas from scratch, Mr. Dudeguy. I'll rub my eyes with jalapeño seeds if you want, just ask!
Spicy, tangy, savory, and mentally delicious flavors result in a euphoric, energetic, and soothingly fantastic high. Your body tunes to the eternal, infinite hum, your pain slips through lapses of time never before conceived, and your mind realizes how great things can be if you simply stop taking everything so seriously and so deeply personally. Relax dude, this is life. Things are going to be OK, you know?
Speaking of dudes, where did my dude go? Oh, yo. Nah, yo, oh nah, yo. Where did he go? Where did the past three hours go? He left? Did he lock the door? Did he even leave through the door? What's this brush doing in my hands? When did I learn how to paint masterpieces with acrylic paint? Acrylic. Weird word, acrylic, right? Say it again, do it again, smoke it again. Create. Make art happen. This is the bud for reaching your intended purpose.