Dan's Incredible Journey: THC Infused Chocolate Drops
I'm back at it again. So much so that you lot probably think that I have nothing better to do. God, how I wish that were true, but I do work, almost every day in fact. I just get baked to oblivion when I'm high. And yes, I do clean my house and do other things while I'm waiting for the high to hit me. I'm a productive adult. Well, some of the time. The other half of the time, I'm an 8-year old who's obsessed with dinosaurs, Elton John songs and rice cakes.You guys know the drill, at the end of the blog there will be a link to the product and also the shop where I bought them. I've not heard of these before walking into the shop and seeing them listed on the new product list. I'm actually really looking forward to heading to Amherst to check out their dispensary. I might make the trip with a mate of mine.
I open the box and see a handful of little chocolate drops that smell amazing. It smells like rich Belgian chocolate. There's a subtle hint of the smell of marijuana as well. I'm ready for this adventure. Inside the box, I believe there were 20 little nuggets. (This blog is two highs broken into one. I sometimes will do that in the interest of not doing too many of these. but I know there are a lot of these blogs. In case you missed the announcement, these blogs are being turned into a book! I'm adding extra pieces, bonus material and even photos to the project! Keep an eye out for the updates. Hopefully, everything will be done in time for 4/20!)
It takes about 20-30 minutes for the high to hit me after I've popped 4 or 5 of the little chocolate drops. My mind takes off wandering. I'm sitting at the piano and I start to play Tiny Dancer. I feel everything through my fingertips, moving them through the air, striking each imaginary key. I love playing. I love having every song that I love in a musical notebook in my head. I want to be the melody. I want to be as beautiful as the notes strung together are. I want to inhale and exhale music. I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues comes on and I lose my shit. I start singing along passionately, twirling around the room, feelings of warmth, longing and desire filling me. I need a fucking tattoo for this song. It feels like I'm in the early 80's as I roll through the sheets, letting the softness take me to another place.
I want to be little again, dancing on the carpet to these songs on the radio, not really understanding the meaning and pain behind them, just singing along because I found the music beautiful. I want to sway like a tree in the breeze, youthful and carefree, not crying at night, drowning in a sorrow that I struggle to cope with.
I put on Sigur Ros, singing into the melodic helms echoing around me. It feels like I'm flying. I stretch out and take a deep breath. I can feel life moving all around me. I can feel my heartbeat vibrating through my oesophagus. The humming vibrations echo through my entire body. When I breathe, I breathe deep and it feels good. Every breath clean. Every breath happy to be alive. It feels like I'm inhaling snow flurries; you know, the first snow of the year. Everything feels electric, magical. I throw myself onto the bed and it feels like I've just dove headfirst into a cloud.
I'm weightless. Everything seems magical and impossible. I jump the train from Frankfurt to Kassel once again, racing north up to a place where I felt some sort of home. My friends are there. I long to feel their arms around me once again. Everything around me feels so strange. There are shattered pieces of me all over the world. Germany, England, America, Canada, Sweden, Norway...the list goes on and on. Those moments in my life are each special in their own right. The joy, the pain. The anger, the serenity. Every city, every moment are fused into my personality. What used to make me so happy now makes me sadder than I ever believed possible.
I'm drawn back to thinking about my time in New Mexico. It was beautiful, so many places of America are. And what have dumbass Americans done to it? Polluted the landscape with shitty and ugly buildings, too many shopping centres, worse accents and immoral politicians (on both sides) to corrupt a gorgeous landscape and turn it into a continental sess pool.
Memories play before my eyes, that rusty colour of film in the 1960s. I'm with my parents. We're driving in the middle of nowhere. There are high mountainous hills that look as if things have been carved into them. On the other side, there's lust green grass. The air is warm. It has to be summer. It feels like the late afternoon but I'm not sure. My siblings aren't here. My father is driving. I think my parents still love each other. Black and white flashes of street lamps cloud my vision. No, no.no, why is this happening? Why is my mind being pulled in several different directions? It doesn't feel real. It's getting to hot in the car, but they won't open the windows in the back. IT feels like I can't breathe. I want to kick at the door windows. I want to be free. I need to be free.
I don't know where we're going. I don't know why we're going there. I think we're looking for something; I mean, that's what it feels like. Flashes of my favourite films clash with memory. It feels like I'm being torn into several different pieces, physically. Everything tingles. From my ankles up. I need to touch myself to see if I'm real. Maybe I'm just a brain but no one has noticed. No one seems to notice anything anymore.
I'm weightless. Everything seems magical and impossible. I jump the train from Frankfurt to Kassel once again, racing north up to a place where I felt some sort of home. My friends are there. I long to feel their arms around me once again. Everything around me feels so strange. There are shattered pieces of me all over the world. Germany, England, America, Canada, Sweden, Norway...the list goes on and on. Those moments in my life are each special in their own right. The joy, the pain. The anger, the serenity. Every city, every moment are fused into my personality. What used to make me so happy now makes me sadder than I ever believed possible.
I'm drawn back to thinking about my time in New Mexico. It was beautiful, so many places of America are. And what have dumbass Americans done to it? Polluted the landscape with shitty and ugly buildings, too many shopping centres, worse accents and immoral politicians (on both sides) to corrupt a gorgeous landscape and turn it into a continental sess pool.
Memories play before my eyes, that rusty colour of film in the 1960s. I'm with my parents. We're driving in the middle of nowhere. There are high mountainous hills that look as if things have been carved into them. On the other side, there's lust green grass. The air is warm. It has to be summer. It feels like the late afternoon but I'm not sure. My siblings aren't here. My father is driving. I think my parents still love each other. Black and white flashes of street lamps cloud my vision. No, no.no, why is this happening? Why is my mind being pulled in several different directions? It doesn't feel real. It's getting to hot in the car, but they won't open the windows in the back. IT feels like I can't breathe. I want to kick at the door windows. I want to be free. I need to be free.
I don't know where we're going. I don't know why we're going there. I think we're looking for something; I mean, that's what it feels like. Flashes of my favourite films clash with memory. It feels like I'm being torn into several different pieces, physically. Everything tingles. From my ankles up. I need to touch myself to see if I'm real. Maybe I'm just a brain but no one has noticed. No one seems to notice anything anymore.
I want to reach out and touch everything. It feels like I'm made of electricity and glitter. I'm completely numb emotionally, yet I feel everything so wholly. I want to be a little kid again, visiting my grandparents on Halloween. I remember my first year trick-or-treating with them. I was dressed as the red power ranger. I was so cute. I was wholesome and innocent. I had this massive orange pumpkin that my grandparents assured me would be loaded with treats by the night's end. I run between the houses, my pumpkin swinging, me all excited, grandma right behind me. She stops and talks to the people she knows, me whining that I want to go out and get more before the nights over. She doesn't get angry with me, she tells me one more minute and then we can go. Gramps was left to hand out candy to all the kids like me. My parents had my sister with them who was just a baby. It was a chilly night, the moon full of Halloween magic and the winds whispering with the leaves that swirled from our ankles up.
And then I fell asleep.
High: 10/10 It was an amazing trip. I would buy these again. The only downside was they made me super fucking hungry
Packaging: 10/10 They keep the little drops safe from being destroyed or kids from getting hold of them on accident...or naughty little dogs.
Taste: 9/10 I wish there was more of a richness to the chocolate, but overall they were amazing. When I want something chocolate, I want something CHOCOLATE.
LINKS
And then I fell asleep.
High: 10/10 It was an amazing trip. I would buy these again. The only downside was they made me super fucking hungry
Packaging: 10/10 They keep the little drops safe from being destroyed or kids from getting hold of them on accident...or naughty little dogs.
Taste: 9/10 I wish there was more of a richness to the chocolate, but overall they were amazing. When I want something chocolate, I want something CHOCOLATE.
LINKS
Chroma Milk Chocolate Drops: https://www.commonwealthaltcare.org/chroma-chocolate-drops
Mass Alternative Care: https://www.massaltcare.com/
Mass Alternative Care: https://www.massaltcare.com/
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