C........2

The initial notes of Clementine hit me hard. My nostrils flared and I whinnied like a newly realized colt. Yet as I found my legs, the citrusy delight trailed into dark canyon. Accents of human feces and my grandmothers hand lotion...walking into a tranny butt quiff wall of fog...after a double shift...working the sloppy Joes in the freight liners to get enough change for some meth and a gas station burrito. I digress. Fuckin dig this strain. Clementine is a level day time productivity tool.

I love the people. Friendly, fun and full of knowledge. I sometimes go just to see those I consider friends and advisors! Can’t say enough good things about this business.