Is the name of my first album and my new indoctrinated routine.Of course in reference to 1. smoking BackWoods and 2. out of left field, eating frozen fruit.
Why not? It's becoming my most used line this year is making it's way for yet another sequel. Why not smoke a backwoods filled with the good stuff and wash the harmful effects with something nobody in my age range does, eat fruit. I don't mean an apple here, banana or pineapple pizza for the Jeffrey Dahmers/Intellegently autistic folks. I'm talking actual mixed berries, they are way too expensive to eat if your in your early to mid twenties. Andyes, I'm hoping they prevent cancer combined and as a bonus banking on cancer beating tech availability later in life. Those bags of fruit cover every essentials and nice to have nutrients your body needs to fucking chill out rapidly generating cells. So I'm parlaying the two in hopes of using the good to continue the bad.
The most me thing ever to write about my drug intake before mentioning a trip to San Antonio with family and a Fathers day that I barely participated in. Both we're a good time. And I wholeheartedly believe San ANtonio is a kickass city that would whoop the ever-barbeque-living-shit out of Austin, where I live. SA was culturally "him", that city knows what they are and is charming and charismatic to the point of building a riverwalk extending probably miles. Architecturally, are we in Europe or Baja, Mexico? Probably a stud son of both that makes me ready to hop back into a Webster's Spanish dictionary, so they can accept me. I forgot to mention as well, sheer victory with street planning convenience- things like fast food near bars and entries and exits to water throughput city streets. I did'nt even realize I don't eat any fucking fast food here because there's none around besides the most grimy wendys sandwiched between two even grimier gas stations and spearheaded by the main homeless under the bridge community.
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