Nirvana from Nevada

 

One wonders the ease of delivery.

Where do I begin?

I know a guy who knows a guy and some how wound up on the other side of life (again).

Add to cart, scan ID required, too much info on the credit card(?), and wait for delivery.

And wait delivery….

And wait delivery….

After a reminder through the reoccurring e-mails of offers, a bag was thrown in the front yard with an obsolete text of delivery.

But what about the smell?

 

·     Note to those who do not know what I’m discussing here, may have well turn the page.

 

There was the conventional sealed packaging for small loads. This is the overwrap for address and scan codes. You know them. They fill your recycling bins every week.

A bundle of two packages (samples of different products) and some promotional verbiage disqualifying from any legal questionable of those accepted by the general public.

Planning a time to sample each separately to diagnosis the results. Should probably check the credit card site to see if they paid in advance?

Edibles are not familiar to me. Candy I never enjoyed as a youth, but I’ll let it dissolve and see what happens. Life is an adventure; enjoy the ride.

Gummies #1 was not impressive. Tasted fine going down, but after a couple of hours, no seemed different from the hydration of the silver bullets? I’ve got some more to test another day.

Today, I decided to puff one of their pre-rolled refreshment inducers, and in the mist of smoke….

 

OH YEAH!

MOTHER MARY AND JOSEPH!

 

Coughing through the forgotten technique, the cloud cleared and just required more hydration. And then…

The lighting is changing. The sound on the radio is louder.

Another puff or two and put the ashtray away. How strong is this? It’s a test run.

Standing, walking, turning is much slower and awkward. Like stumbling along like Grampa on the “Real McCoy’s”. Move gingerly to a mechanical task of opening a can of peanuts as repeated more than one wants to count.

Once accepting this new environment, I turn back to 2025 technology that brought me here.

Do the screens look brighter? Does that arrow thing move when I push this thing on a cord around? Can I maintain hand/eye coordination?

Scrolling becomes boring quicker. Thus, I’m back writing this.

Yes, this IS the expected reaction to an ancient ritual. Through the ancient years, there were the $5 bags passed by friends or strangers. The usage became a habit after a stressful day of designing a space on a printed page, to influence you to buy it.

Unfortunately, the sources became rarer and pure product was being contaminated by foreign substances that promised outrageous experiences while enticing more frequent use. While others moved on more powerful adjustment to life, I depended on my opportunity will present a possible promise of Nirvana.

Fully aware, our beings, after finding and devouring nutrition productions to shove in our face and hope it comes out the other end. Amazingly, I did not crave for munchies. Still, in an adventurous spirit, I strove back into the ‘food’ room. This room isn’t rarely frequented, but a pass-through to the outdoors. I am to face fire.

Bricking off a slab of frozen deceased bovine. I slammed what was going to be the meal of the day of hot steaming grease left over from another meal. Keeping a lid on so the splatters wouldn’t catch the place on fire, I put away my days adventures until it continues. Nothing real tasty, but is necessary to fuel the system, it is pleasant to not feel bloated or gaseous.

After an evening of clensing the palate, the decision is made to try again? Opening the door to the studio smells like the crash pad on Virginal Ave in Williamsburg. The smoke doesn’t dissipate, it clings to you.

Not as startling as yesterday, but the dazed and confused returns.

Tomorrow is a rain day. A good day to group and reassess what has just happened. The Colorado waters will still keep me hydrated but the smoke will clear.

This was just an experiment to see if it would work. Now I know.

Sweet Dreams