I mean comeon...how strong could it be?
It's been a week since the winds died down from Cella's "Bowls and Cuts" party 2009. Some parting gifts from the gang were a real treat to be getting home with. One of the most talked about and hyped treat at the bash was O's "Budder". I've never seen so many grown men say how a small bit of something could crush them so mercilessly. Being around for more than a few decades on this mud-ball, you hear lots of stories and tall tales. "I caught a fish this big"...."That broad was so smoking hot...", "He drank so much that he couldn't....", "That nug was so stony I couldn't move after a few hits...". This budder has been recounted in just the same way over time. There have even been tall tales of some mystical triple strength batch that stops hard core stoners in their tracks if they look at it.
So, naturally I was curious how this may all play out. The evening I was gifted a satchel of O's special...she was regailing us about a prior experience while at a Chinese restaurant. The gist of it was that she was practically unconscious, couldn't hold her self up straight and she was so hungry from it that she ate anything that wasn't nailed down. The rest of it she couldn't remember. Sounds like a good time to me.
Now, I leave with this little gem. But all week I've been working hard with no fun on the calendar. No movies, no Xbox, no smoking...no nitrous, no tripping...no hookers....nada. Very mundane week where I get out of bed...work like I'm picking cotton all day for almost 11 hours...I get home....shed my clothes...sleep....wake up....repeat cycle. Just enough drudgery and hopeless routine to make me consider suicide very, very seriously.
I've waited ALL F.U.C.K.I.N.G. week to just lick this tiny piece of cannabis kryptonite. I've stared at it, smelled it....juggled it....oogled it....talked to it.
It's Saturday, and now I'm done with all the world's B.S. for just a brief moment in time.
I reach for the bag. Chip off a tiny jade piece of the stuff. Melt it....measure it.
I've been warned that "even a guy your size should be cautious" when ingesting it. "Don't take more than a tsp."
This is after hearing stories about people hallucinating for hours like on LSD with a bit more than was suggested as a dose.
There are competing but not vastly different stories about wide ranging effects for days after ingestion of O's budder.
1 tsp: coming right up. Spread on a nice fresh piece of italian bread.
I eat it, and am surprised that it doesn't taste like a "horse's ass" as someone suggested. It's a bit bitter, but has the underlying taste of what kief smells like. I can almost feel the crystals collecting in my mouth. It's a rich, layered aroma....like countless different strains of marijuana grown to perfection and sifted for hash.
Within 15 minutes on an empty stomach I can feel the rush. My cheeks get a bit flushed and I'm giddy. I also haven't smoked all week.
I'm starting to get progressively sleepier within 45 minutes...and I'm nodding out.
An hour and a half later, I'm nicely stoned....but I want to lay down...
So I stop in here to begin the tale of my experience this evening with O's buttery green. I can tell this is the real deal. I hope I'm not divulging any serious secrets, but apparently the special way that O and TOH make this budder is very low temperature for almost 24 hours. An extremely generous amount of material is used to mix with the butter. There's some cheesecloth, and some tender loving care....for this THC perfection.
So: if this stuff were for sale somewhere with O and TOH's picture on it...you'd be sure I'd buy it immediately! I can see why it's being used for pain....I certainly don't feel anything right about now except my fun receptors being stimulated.
A big K+ to both of those fine folk. Not sure I could spend every day like this without having to be institutionalized....but when mastery is encoutered it has to be acknowledged. Lots of love and hugs to you both. Don't know where your travels take you today, but I'll be hovering closeby in spirit enjoying your gift in earnest this weekend. A nod of the head to Cella for facilitating that whole shindig once more.
And FTR: if you're ever lucky enough to receive said treat from the dynamic duo themselves. Don't eat more than a tsp. Follow the advice of the sages. Or you may end up on some reality t.v. show with your pants around your ankles screaming obscenities like you have turret's syndrome while drooling up whatever you ate for breakfast. You'll end up with at least a sizeable hospital bill if not worse. Be a responsible stoner...knowing is half the battle!
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You can't kick me because your brain is stupid!
Death: Adventure Time
Jimi Hendrix: "Are You Experienced?":
So-er, Are You Experienced?
Ah! Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
Ah, let me prove it to you
*FORECAST IS GUMMY: WITH A CHANCE OF STUPOR*