Lit a bowl of Critical Kush, took it, and I can’t feel my face for a good, whole three hours. All the pain down the drain. I had a head injury. Bullet was in my head. Still suffer pain attacks every now and then. So I got some good excuses to get baked. Would still be getting high even without the accident, because this feeling is the beesssttttt. I enjoy almost anything. Me sitting down or lying down most of the time really. Just watching time pass. Oh how lucky I was I survived. I enjoy watching the world happening before me. I see the birds, the butterflies, the leaves, the little girl scout selling cookies to our neighbor, my neighbor walking her poodle, the poodle, and whatever. Sometimes I think, what if I’m already in the next life. Because I feel like floating and serene and just amazing. I wish heaven feels like this at the very least. It would be familiar and just awesome. Sometimes I get baked in the tree house in the woods just a walk from our house. And I just listen to the wind and rustling of the leaves. Sometimes my sister joins me too. We’d smoke and go to the beach and bathe in the sun. And the sound of the waves just adds to the calm. Vitamin sea and weed combo and I’m feeling more alive, tranquil, and happy. That’s all I need, really.