EPISODE 02
the ash
I don’t usually post right after 4/20, but this time I felt like sharing a little gratitude.
I’ve painted murals that stretch two city blocks and watched kids dance in front of them like it was church. I’ve sat in silence with strangers under a full moon just passing a blunt and watching the stars shift.
And I’ll tell you what—those are the moments I remember the clearest.
Cannabis isn’t just medicine.
It’s culture.
It’s the gentle respite in an increasingly loud-ass world.
It’s the thing that helps you sit still long enough
to hear a story you needed to hear,
or tell one you didn’t know you had in you.
So if you caught a little joy this holiday,
if your trees were kind and your circle was full,
then I hope you passed that energy on.
And if you ever see me out there—
on a rooftop, in a forest clearing,
on the side of a wall with paint still wet—
don’t hesitate.
Roll one up.
I got greens and gold.
You bring the fire.
Protect your self.
Protect your community.
Protect your environment.
And remember:
puff, puff, paint.