College was filled with both positive & disadvantage experiences, but I l received to swallow the latter while enjoying the former.
I remember some of the campus parties & this weird feeling of separation from it all.
At once I was area of that pulsating heart whose arteries pump blood to every single cell within the campus of that school, both residing & inanimate. But at the same time I was a null zone, a black hole of nothingness. It was the strangest dichotomy to embody at such a formative moment in my life. Years later & I wonder why I didn’t love the freedom I had & the open world of possibilities that was laid at my feet. Instead of having fun when I truly had the ability to, I allowed myself to be consumed by my mental health complications. However, I still had a blast at times in school & at the end of the afternoon, I was there to get a degree & that’s what I did. My friends & I all had access to some phenomenal weed, that’s for sure. And at times the people I was with and I made the choice to go as far as making cannabutter out of the cannabis flower products that the people I was with and I would buy from other friends who were dealers on campus. I will never forget the first time I tried making pot brownies back in college. Every one of us ended up using more cannabis than the people I was with and I initially intended & each brownie was extremely potent because of this. I ate my first brownie at 5pm & I was still high at 9am the following day when I woke up to head to class. The next time I made cannabis edibles I was a lot more careful dosing out the marijuana so each brownie wasn’t overloaded with THC.