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Ok

Ok, bear with me, I'm pretty high right now but I'm gonna say all of this calmly so imagine my voice sounds like Morgan Freeman or something. We have a police brutality problem. Yes more whites have been killed by police but remember that we are still the majority compared to the African American Community, so something like 1% of whites are killed by police but the percentage for African Americans killed by police is like 27% percent. If you are black and in New York, you have about a 95% percent chance of being stopped and frisked by the police, which actually violates the 4th Amendment under the Constitution, just like the war on drugs violates states rights under the 10th Amendment but that's for a different story. Stop and frisk basically says," As a police officer, I don't need to have reasonable suspicion to search your person and your car, so basically a DUI checkpoint(violates the 4th amendment right also and statistically does not help reduce traffic fatalities) on foot. When 9/11 happened, we all saw each other as American. Republicans and Liberals love using that analogy, but why can't we do that everyday. A man named, Terence Crutcher was shot and killed by police the other day, his car stalled and police responding to something else, killed him. They had guns on a man who was not a criminal and was having car troubles. "Well the cop has the right to go home at the end of the day," and what? An innocent American doesn't? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not saying there aren't good cops out there or that being a cop is not a tough job but doesn't it bother you that we do have so many "bad apples" in the police? They rolled up on Tamir Rice and shot him almost point blank but police can shoot a terror suspect in the leg during a shoot out and arrest him? Really? I have friends and people I consider to be family that are black and I'm afraid for their lives! And I'm glad Terence Trutcher didn't listen to the police(Rest In Peace) because he did nothing wrong!

#terence crutcher #black lives matter #fuck the police #police brutality #police

Bored

Now see, i ain't come here to try an make a livin/ i'm just a city boy out here tryin to find a fuck to be givin/ but everyday i stay smokin n tokin till my head up in the clouds/ till my mind floatin above the sheepish crowds/ and i'm just always tryin to find a memory to be made/ fuck that dollar shit, i don't need money to get laid/ i get it out of respect, shit i should be the next presidential elect/ vote for Clinton or trump, excuse me while i slit my wrists while i'm takin a dump/ twenty sixteen is a disgrace to our intelligence and education/ Cops killin innocent people like its an extermination/ the working class is being observed and toyed with, experimentation/ but shit, if it ain't happen to me, then it doesn't exist/ fuck that way of thinkin, the revolution is where i'm gonna enlist/ Smokin a blunt on my way to the capitals door/ and fight for the freedom of all till i'm nockin on heavens door/

Then fuck it I'm out

How the fuck do I deal with the fact that every night my mind can't stop thinking? Most of the thoughts are suicidal. I'm not afraid of death but I don't wanna die. It's like to me, death my free me from the chains covering my mind and soul but I wanna see what else life has in store for me. Like people always ask me how I became so heartless and cynical. Motherfucker because of everyone that's stomped me down. Where the fuck were you when I needed you? But everyone wanna see the hard shell of what I've become, no one wanna see the person constantly looking at the stars. Nobody wants to be friends with the dude who would rather chill with friends at a house or in the forest making memories. Everybody wanna go to the club or the bar. Everybody wanna make money and gain materialistic possessions. Nobody understands that this shit is just temporary. And I feel so fucked up for thinking this way. Which turns into me hating who I am and for how I think. Slowly I eat less and less every time, I know cigarettes are bad for me, and it's like I'm glad my life is shortening because if this is what life has to offer? Then fuck it, I'm out

#pursuitofhappiness #Stoner #lonelystoner #depression #anxiety #happy #thoughts #peace #love #positivity

Growing up in Washington State

Growing up in Washington I was born in Seattle and lived for about four years in Lake City which is just north of Downtown Seattle. I was raised by mom and yes she was a single mother, she teaches 3rd grade. With my mom as a teacher and Washington being the liberal state it is I went to my first Union Teachers Strike when I was about six years old. My mom had raised me around a very diverse community. From mexican and black, to muslim and people who were gay. It definitely gave me a different perceptive on life than someone who grew up around only white people. With that being said, after many years of toking, I learned about how many closet stoners I grew up around. From family members to childhood friends parents and grandparents, they were major stoners back when it was very very illegal. So by the age of ten after my grandmother had passed away, I had a very realist perspective on life. The first time I tried cannabis was at a fourth of july party and I fell in love. The colors in life were brighter, I was smiling, and I felt a happiness I hadn’t felt since my grandmother passed away. From growing up in nature to my own birthday being on Earth Day(April 22), I feel like it helped shaped me into the passionate Cannabis loving guy that I’ve become.

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My medicine

Imagine you lay down in your bed and close your eyes. Suddenly you feel like you just opened your eyes and you're in your bathroom. Your hearts racing, your breathing rapidly, and you have no idea how you got there. From sixth grade to my junior year of high school, that sort of experience happened to me almost every night. I suffer from REM sleep behavior disorder or RBD. It's basically like a night terror without the sleep paralysis meaning I act out the dreams without even knowing what I'm doing and the only thing that helps me sleep through the night without any episodes. I started smoking herb(or cannabis) when I was fourteen. I found it helped with the stress and anxiety during the day from school and all the pressure being put on kids nowadays to know who they are by the age of sixteen. But when I'm asleep my mind does what whatever it wants which turns into me running through the house half asleep and half awake without realizing what I'm doing. Some nights I was lucky to get four hours of sleep and most of the nights I was to scared to sleep. Then one day my mom(very against weed) went on a camping trip for three days and the first night was the first time I had gotten high for I went to sleep. The next day I woke up relaxed and realized I had gotten over eight hours of sleep for the first time in a long time. I've been moved out for over a year n a half and I've only had three small episodes. Yet my doctor will tell me it's bad for me, that I need to stop using it, and to start using sleeping pills, which I've already tried and make the episodes longer and far worse. I was a medical marijuana patient for two years and yet that third time I was denied because what I was suffering from because it's not on the list of acceptable uses for cannabis. The doctor I saw said he wanted to authorize it but couldn't put his job in jeopardy, which I don't blame him, a persons gotta do what's right by them. Cannabis is my medicine and yet people still look down on me. I don't understand how I've found what helps me most and yet I'm a bad person. I've become a better thinking more open minded person because of it. Cannabis saved my life

Cannabis is my medicine

I wish I could have normal dreams like everyone else. Some happy and some sad. But every night after I'm just about to go to sleep I take a couple hits from the bong and hope I don't dream, I am afraid to dream. I have a combination of night terrors( sleep paralysis where the person is half awake and half asleep during a nightmare that essentially comes to life) and sleep walking. I don't suffer sleep paralysis( having a night terror and not being able to move). I have night terrors and have opened and closed doors and I have also gotten into my truck back when I was living at home. Sometimes I remembered them or snapped out of them midway through the episode, sometimes I didn't remember that all. It takes a toll on a lot of things, it makes you afraid to sleep, and it makes you afraid to be around people when you sleep. Most people don't understand it, they think you're possessed, depressed, or just plain crazy. Your girlfriend wants to stay the night and all you can think about is how she might react if you have a episode that night. I tried Benadryl and that made me a zombie. Four years of high-school and at least half of those for years I had 1-2 night terrors a night. It wasn't until my junior year of high-school that my mom went with family to Canada and I discovered smoking cannabis just before bed helped me sleep with no night terrors. Now I started smoking this beautiful plant when I was 14 but had never smoked it right before sleep. Only problem was living at home I couldn't get away with smoking before bed, trust me, my moms from Philly, I learned respect at a young age. But it's now been over a year since I have moved out and in that year I have had only 2 night terrors both of which I snapped out of quickly. And yet people still say I don't need cannabis for medication. My doctor still pushes sleeping pills and tells me "marijuana" will kill me. I found the thing that helps me more than any pill, cannabis is my medicine.