Because when you vape you don’t ignite everything, this can be demonstrated by taking your already vaped bud out of the trench and then running it for oil. If you get oil off it, then you missed some that you would have gotten had you combusted the weed.
Dabs are another story altogether. You’re gonna get high smoking those regardless of how you do it. The potency is just too much. That being said, you’re still better to smoke dabs off an oil rig with either a TI plate or nail because when you vape, you’re gonna have all that reclaim in your tubes and again, you wont get all the active ingredients into your lungs.
That’s not to say that you wont get high. I mean hell, you can get high smoking a gram of mexican schwag out of a gravity bong. But…it’s not the best way.
Speaking of dabs…here’s the leftovers of roughly 5 zips I had last week. It’s C02 instead of BHO. Very clean, extreme indica. Gonna make your eyelids very very heavy.
I mainly did this as a joke, because I already had several TVs, and when I moved into this place they gave me a 51 inch that I now use in the bedroom, and I put my 60 in the living room, and so this old 32 inch former bedroom TV had no place to go. I figured it would be funny to put it in the bathroom. Originally a joke, it has resulted in several women taking long bubble baths and drinking bottles of wine while watching netflix. A good idea overall.
I also keep a multi pack of tampons, a blow dryer, a flat iron, and a bunch of shit that removes makeup and nail polish and what have you under my sink in order to maintain a ho friendly environment. These are good ideas guys. Trust me.
It’s completely clear even when piled high. No haze, no whipped anything. No butane just C02. Even though it’s just C02, it’s still purged at -25psi for days before I get it so it just melts right away and leaves no residue at all. I get it for about 15 bucks a gram if I get at least an O, so I usually do that much at least if I’m gonna get some. For a long time I used to make oil when I was growing. I’d have the garbage bags full or trim and just spend days and days running big chunks of it. I learned a lot. Nowadays, I’d rather just buy it and not go through all the trouble. Getting that shit just right and perfect isn’t as easy as it seems, because the more I smoke of it, the more I realize that even the dirtiest oil seems pure, but the cleaner it gets, the more mind blowing.
Fair enough. I bought a book from a guy in a bar in brooklyn last year. It’s called, “how I spent my permanent vacation”. He wrote it about all the bars in brooklyn as they’d evolved over his lifetime of drinking. Each page is a brief description and story of one bar or another. I can deal with that. Books that I only have to read one page of at a time are ok.
One of my auntie’s has the Bread Bible in her kitchen, and the Cake Bible as well. She’s an amazing amateur cook and pastry chef, and she’s used her copies of both thoroughly - they’re beat to shit.
I think you’ll find good use for that, is what I’m saying.
Once you get drawn away from the cars, it’s a really nice view, MR. What floor are you on - 3rd or 4th or what?
Despite the lights, can you see the stars at night and if so, what constellations can you see out there.
What direction does that face?
It’s strangely peaceful and melancholic, possibly because it’s sunset/evening. I say “strangely” because he frequently mentions people he knows getting murdered.
4th floor, facing north-ish. The building is only 2 years old. So it’s still really nice. They’re putting up another one in the next year or so. Just across the intersection. If I"m still here, I’m moving into that one because it’ll be taller, and newer.
That stuff came already in here. Between that, the granite, the tile, and the floors I was like yeah OK I’ll take the place. I also have a little screen next to my front door so that I can see anyone who’s downstairs trying to get in, and I can either buzz them in, or call the cops with the push of a button. It feels empowering. One day, they were servicing the elevator, and I had to bring groceries all the way up the stairs. It was the worst experience of my life.
Oh yeah you can see some stars. Just not over those bank buildings. To the right is an old abandoned blast furnace thing that’s used as a music and festival venue and a haunted house in October and on the side of town it’s darker at night so you can see stars better that way. My old place was out near a bunch of lakes and it got really dark at night in the sky and I could see orion’s belt and the dipper one of em I dunno which one really clear from my balcony. I dunno what I can see here I haven’t really looked. If I had a telescope, I could probably watch people in those towers pace back and fourth between their cubicles. The building isn’t bad at all. There’s only 56 apartments here, and the 1st floor of the building has a yoga studio, (which has an amazing selection of healthy munches), a tapas restaurant that’s a little fancy but reasonble priced, a sandwich shop that delivers and a few other things. Mayne some kind of spinal therapist office, and a few new things moving in. Directly across the street there’s a bar that my friend manages so he gives me free drinks and food and all that, and they’ve got the whole “dance club” thing going so there’s always packs of drunken women just roaming around the base of the compound. Next to his bar are 5 more, and then there are about 10 or so restaurants within less than 1 and a half blocks. 2 breweries with taps, within 1 mile. Excellent stuff really. I like it a lot. This place was originally proposed to be built and these units sold as condos, and then they got funding to build, then some delays, then the condo market here got flooded with all these renovated abandoned factory buildings getting turned into high end lofts, and so they decided to keep building this one, but to rent them as apartments instead of selling them as condos. So they finished 2 years ago and I had to wait about 4 months for one to become available that I wanted even though I know the manager and was referred by another guy who knows him it was a bitch but I’m glad I got it.
This one place serves all kinds of beer, and they also have these chicken nuggets which are fried, then dipped in waffle batter, then soaked with a bacon flavored maple syrup. Think about that man. Really just stop for a second and imagine you’re baked, then you walk down the hall, take an elevator down, and stumble 150 feet and then you’re got chicken nuggets wrapped in waffle batter covered in bacon maple syrup with a beer. It’s like a miracle when something like that is the case.
