The first of two recorded smoke sessions, 4.15.2026, 12:55
Smoked a joint of Gas Guzzler I rolled. I’ve smoked a couple others prior to this one. So far, the Gas Guzzler hasn’t really “done it” for me. I’m trying it out earlier in the day, when other influences can’t drag the effects. This is what I call a “fair shake” smoke.
The taste was sharp and a little chem-y. The smoke tasted like typical joint smoke. Nothing fruity or creamy or interesting or unusual.
I’m listening to a baseball game, Gaurdians at Cardinals. Cleveland radio call, Tom Hamilton. He’s one of the best in the business. He should have been the most recent Ford Frick Award recipient. Instead the award went to a national TV guy who’s better known for calling football. Bad choice.
It’s a dreary day but I don’t have anything to complain about. It’s Wednesday. I did some work in the yard after walking the dog up and out of our subdivision, down to the first main road. One mile round trip. I planted—sowed—some seed: wildflowers, lettuce, herbs, peas, Black-eyed Susan, zinnia, spinach, basil, cilantro, chicory. Chaos-style. I disturbed the earth a bit and threw these seeds down.
Some of the seeds are old, some aren’t. For a while there last fall I was pulling heads off of plants that were post-flower. I guess this is called dead-heading. I pull the dried heads off of the plants and put them into…some kind of container. Ideally, the container is not airtight because some of the flower heads will mildew, which is what the chicory did because I put the deadheads into a plastic newspaper sleeve and never took them out of there. A brown paper bag is a good choice.
I don’t expect all of the seeds to take but I like thinking that some of them will. This is pretty much the absolute minimum amount of work I have put into growing flowers, herbs, and veggies in years. We moved in November of 2024 and even though we have more land we don’t have a very good place to put a garden. The main problems are trees (shade) and deer. The deer turn everything into their own personal salad bar. So I will take the chaos-gardening approach. I’ll try but I won’t try very hard. I’ll collect some seeds, I’ll throw them down. Whatever happens after that, c’est la vie.
The Gas Guzzler is alright today. It has me putting pen to paper. I’m subdued but interested. Alec Burleson snares a liner and taps first for a double play. Tom Hamilton goes briefly into his warp-mode call, his voice spiking way high in terms of pitch and volume, like a car revving to its max rpm on idle, them simmering back down to normal as quickly as it leaped away.
There’s thunder out there now. It’s Jackie Robinson Day. I used to write a lot about baseball. On a blogspot URL. The site is still there. It’s mostly writing from 2017 and 2018, inspired by something my buddy Ray used to call the day’s HotCut. Check it out if you are curious (link).
14:53. Two hours in. I had my doubts. There was not an immediate lift from the Gas Guzzler. Then there was a dip but I rallied nicely thereafter. I was walking around, taking care of small tasks I’d thought about doing in the days, weeks prior but never amassed the necessary motivation.
The Gas Guzzler is acceptable fuel. There is not much bite. I’d call this one a creeper. Early on I felt so downshifted that I was going to lie down and just go to sleep but I never did lie down. I bounced out of wherever I troughed and had a useful couple of hours. Because this strain does not produce a noticeable, immediate headrush I would put in the company of other strains that you will drown out if you are wet with alcohol going into it.
The Gas Guzzler effects are more background body fuel with palliative mental effects. A nice and useful mix but not trippy. If you want trippy get yourself some White Widow or plumb the library of The Sherbs. 14:57.
The Second of two Recorded Smoke Sessions, 5.10.2026, 8:47
We have company coming over. Mother’s Day. I smoked a joint of Gas Guzzler because I wanted to have something going; I wanted a distraction from myself.
The Gas Guzzler has felt muted during prior smokes—initially. This strain needs a bit more runway than most, and you will drown it out with alcohol. I figured if I wanted something not too heady early on a Sunday, Gas Guzzler was the perfect strain.
Pen to paper. I’m getting some caffeinated jets effect. Or maybe I’ve caught a buzz because I’ve been tidying already for three hours, three hours well spent. Organizing, processing, picking up all of the little pieces, clearing way for some fresh shui. This is the end of a chapter, a making-way, and once the guests have left, a reset.
There are plenty of birds out there. Great-crested Flycatcher, Tennessee Warbler, American Redstart, Eastern Kingbird, Rose-breasted Grosbeak, Northern Flicker, Swainson’s Thrush, Wood Thrush, Eastern Phoebe, and others. This morning I picked up a Blackburnian Warbler and a Barred Owl in trees along the driveway.
There is nothing wrong with this Gas Guzzler. I have a couple joints of it left, and I’m glad. I am feeling a bit baked right now!
8:59. It’s still 99% relative humidity outside. Awful! -or- Welcome to St. Louis.
9:10. The humidity is down to 94%, so I suppose it is breaking. Slowly.
I cleaned the downstairs toilet. This is my first time using “strong vinegar”—it’s 30% acidity whereas regular vinegar i.e. grocery store vinegar is only at 5% acidity. This bottle, which I bought at a big box hardware retailer, was more expensive than grocery store vinegar but I don’t need to use as much when cleaning and it doesn’t take up as much storage space as the weaker bottles would require.
It seems to be a strong, serious cleaner; an alternative to bleach, which I try not to use because we are on a septic system. I use the vinegar and baking soda combo and even once I was done scrubbing the toilet the vinegar and baking soda were still bubbling up in their fine reaction. 9:14.
Weeds of Grass 