I’m not trying to sound like a grumpy old man but damn… you guys today just walk into a store, point at a jar, tap your card and walk out with weed stronger than anything we ever had, like it’s nothing.

Back in the 80s, 90s, early 2000s? You know not that long ago, man you had to go on a fucking quest. You needed to know a guy who knew a guy. maybe he was home or maybe not, maybe he was high and forgot.

Sometimes you waited in some sketchy ass parking lot for hours for some guy or end up in some dude’s crusty basement watching him play video games just hoping he’d remember why you were even there. You’d get a little sandwich bag, tied in a knot, full of shake and maybe a bonus hair or two, no labels, no strains, no “terps” or “hybrids” or lab results, no Indica or Sativa. You get what they have.

And don’t get me wrong. I love how far it’s come. but y’all got no idea what we went through to get a dime bag 😂