I had, kinda, straightened my head out by Friday. Then, Friday night, I read some very emotional news. An old friend, old colleague, fellow pot head and extremely talented marijuana cultivator died from cancer after a very short fight. He was a good few years younger than me. Compared to me, he lived, what I’d call, a clean life.
It sickens me that I’d still survive when absolute champions among men lose theirs………
That’s all I have to say about that.
So, the rest of my week seems like a bunch of whinging and not worse mentioning.