…17:03. It was a nice smoke. From the glass, that creaminess that I don’t get when smoking joints. But I didn’t taste any garlic. R Greenleaf, the dispensary in Clovis where I got the Garlic Fusion (along with grams of five other strains) is deli-style. The bud isn’t old but those jars get opened however many times a day and the air in New Mexico is almost always so dry. If you are expecting a huge rush of flavor from NM deli-style, you’re going to be disappointed.

What’s the answer? Sorry, I’m not sure, can’t deliver, can only complain and stare at my phone some more. The phone, lifeblood, life-sucker, such a strong drug these devices. First the internet then “the phone” then social media.

We are in a whirlwind of technological evolution! For better or for worse, I’ll not say. But things—time—will slow down, at some point. This is an unusual chapter in human history. What is being thrown at us right now is of an exponential magnitude. It’s too much for me.

Not that I’m checking out. Nothing is that easy. If I had to offer proof of an afterlife—what a wonderful phrase, an oxymoron. There is no afterlife, can’t be. It’s all just “life,” always has been. We see bodies leave but we don’t know what happens to their inhabitants after. How could we? This one place exists—just this one?—and that’s all, there’re no others? That doesn’t make sense.

How did I get there? Forget: who am I. Who cares?! I don’t need to be anyone. I’m more concerned about

Garlic Fusion!!!