Death Star, this indica does not destroy planets. It creates universes. Mind-blown! Ka-pow! Smoke it and the Force will be with you. I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but I was an achiever as a kid. And I was that kid who cried when I got a B. I sometimes pulled my eyebrows, bit my nails, or my lips. They bled. That’s how pressured I was. That’s what pressure did to me. And that’s the death of my social life. When I went to college, I said I’d change how I did things. And I did. I still do well in class, but I try to do well in life too. I didn’t believe it until I saw it with my own two eyes, smelled it with my own nose, and heard it with my ears. College parties are freakin awesome. I started drinking. I remember the first time I got drunk, I thought that would be the death of me. But I survived. I tried cigarettes. I’m pretty much a yes-man person right now. I yes to anything they want me to try for as long as it’s safe. I want to experience life. So I smoke weed too every now and then. Death Star, it’s opened the unused parts of my brain like in the movie Limitless or Lucy. Well, that’s how it feels like for me. My imagination just skyrocketed. I’m a scientist and poet at the same time. I liked lying on our backs on top of a roof and staring on the starry skies and thinking about all these ideas. Whatever pops into our minds. Sometimes we would write down our ideas. We started this log. Then we read them when we’re sober or bored or whatever. Some ideas made sense. We can even get ideas for our school projects or paper from that log. But other times, the ideas are just for the LOL. With two tokes, I feel the relaxation spreading throughout my body. And I feel happy and content. This is what I call the high that makes you embrace life. Add a couple more and I’d start eating. Everything tastes good. This is life appreciation. Still add a few more and I’m off to dreamland. That’s peace of mind. Death Star is the death of my worries and makes me feel alive.