Jar Opening, 3.30.2026, 16:11 mst

Tamper-proof ribbon. Otherwise no wafer seal but there might be a different type of seal under the lid. The bud is super spongy and dank with a garlic aroma. The eighth weighed in at 3.68 grams. It looks crystal-y and passes the eye test. Let's grind.

First or Second Session, 3.31.2026, 17:30

Thunderdome doesn't seem to be a pen-to-paper strain.

Some bite, some rabbit hole. I walked out and took photos of cacti. I was feeling that warm glow, the magic hour of a good bake. The light is muted because it is cloudy, has been for hours, rained off and on, never heavy. Small cells pop up, drift, morph.

I have not had any vodka yet but I have had some tequila, maybe one good marg's worth. Some white wine, half a glass? Now a Grolsch.

Not quite baked. The flower had that green taste, the colors green and white. The taste of crystals. Not unpleasant but the last flower I smoked that tasted like that was bag appeal, this taste, then "eh" for effects.

I burned one of these joints last night before dinner, then another one afterward and I hardly remember eating. The lid bills this flower as "catastrophic gas" resulting from a Candy Cake x Garlic Banger cross. It must have come on slowly, then all at once. I don't have days to give away—who does?—and still. There was some vodka involved last night, and some box white wine. I'd have to say boxed white wine is probably the strongest drug available at the local supermarket.

I slaughtered myself on boxed white wine first on the night of January 6, 2021 and then again the next night, driving back to St. Louis from Tucson with my dog Hugo. We were in Tucumcari on January 6, didn't even check into the hotel where I had a reservation because a large group (road crew workers) were partying all around outside the only pet friendly room the Best Western ever offered there. We went to a nearby La Quinta. I remember taking Hugo out to do his business, in the dark cold wind on a day where we had taken a major detour through New Mexican silver mine territory because I got off at an exit from which the on ramp back to I-10 was closed. Lordsburg. It was a long day, The Capitol had been attacked, and it was probably one of the first nights when I lost patience with Hugo, and he with me.

The next night we were in a weird Baymont Inn in Wichita, KS when that scumbag senator from my home state was among too many who stood to oppose the certification of the election. Getting sloshed on what was left of the boxed wine, drinking straight from the skin was the right thing to do.

Where was I? The Thunderdome is building like an anvil cloud. The Merlin app is offering me some interesting new suggestions. Nashville Warbler? Bushtit? Bushtit would be a new one for me. I'm not confirming it but now I'm on the lookout. Grolsch down...

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