Mr. Nice is the kind of weed like rainbow candies for me. Bet if I could I give this away to people. Turn ‘em mean ones to nice ones. And we will have a street party of flowing munchies and drinks, where all people are just sharing and just getting along fine and having fun. If I become a politician I will declare a 420 day every month just to get people to come together, say goodbye to all pain, anxiety, and depression and feel Niceeeeeee. No gender divide, no racial divide, and whatever. Just us all humans coming together. That would be a great dream. I think we got the secret to peace all along. It’s weed but we just haven’t known. And when we finally know then we’d use it and all our troubles would be gone. I once lived in a bad neighborhood. Got rescued by an angel. And I’m in a better place now. And Mr. Nice them both the person and the weed have got my back ever since. Suffered trauma for quite some time. Smoking got my nerves sorted out but also the guy who saved me, got me talking as often as possible. And we smoke together. We sit and talk for hours. And eat a lot. Just relaxing on the couch. I even lie down on the floor. Then I let myself fall asleep. And leave the world behind for a while and dream of a place where Mr. Nice is all we need and all we are.
Mr. Nice is the kind of weed like rainbow candies for me. Bet if I could I give this away to people. Turn ‘em mean ones to nice ones.