Reality prevents me from living the free life I want, which makes my Give Me Liberty, Or Give Me Death tattoo even more of a reminder of my limitations. It’s very frustrating- having to live your whole life preparing for the worst. Each treatment with a higher percentage of death… it fucking sucks, dude.
I am in jail in my own body from multiple sclerosis and other debilitating autoimmune diseases, besides depression and the like. If you ever get around to reading my poetry, you’ll get a sense of what I deal with.
But, I will tell you what I want to do.
I want to move to Colorado, or Oregon, or California. And I want a little house and a little farm. And I want to grow medical marijuana and make medical grade pesticide free butters, oils, tinctures, E-liquids, syrups, and edibles of all kinds. My own little one stop shop.
I already know how to make these things. I just can’t because of where I live.
I’ll charge $5-$12 a cookie, depending on the ratio of cannabis in it. And also depending on the levels of THC and CBD. Or if an extraction process was needed to make it have the lowest THC possible in a “pure” CBD request. There is a lot of science behind the two strains and the hybrids. It’s not easy. Each patient needs something different. People with depression, for example, do better on high CBD. Chronic pain, depending on level, is THC & some CBD. (Because I have chronic pain and mental health issues, I always do a combo).
I want to be able to do it from home and sell it to a dispensary or something since I am often too sick to leave the house due to my disabilities.
If I just stick to chocolates, I can make a batch a day and easily make $100. Or the mint mocha chocolate chunk cookies, you do the math.
So that’s what I want to do when I am older.
I am now older.
I can not do it.
Image by: Jaime Best