If you happen to meet me on the dimensions that are not in the ground of earth then consider yourself lucky and I am glad to have met you.
I go by August Maverick, among other names, but this is the name that is right now.
Marijuana, lover, friend, (sometimes foe), cannabis and all the endearing and technical terms have been in my life for a long time.
I am serious about my smoke and I’m pretty sure my relationship with weed, chronic, green, and flower will last forever.
It has been my ride or die and always contributed to my sanity, which can be a rare occurrence.
That is why I am here; to share my thoughts and feelings on weed culture and the relationships far out and in between.
Women inspire me, especially heavy smokers who are not obnoxious and able to function in responsibility, errands, and words.
That being said, I will leave you with my favorite weed verse of all time. Thank you, Big Boi, for the verse in “Fo Yo Sorrows” with George Clinton and Too $hort. I live for for this shit.
“For those who think life is unfair
'Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin there
Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows”
Cause I really will.