My Step Into Dreamland

 Before last week, I had never heard of CBD hemp flower . I know about CBD, because it's everywhere, but I never actually tried it. So here's what happened: I was out shopping with my girlfriend, Shana, and she asked me if I've ever smoked hemp. I thought she was just being clever and referring to marijuana as hemp, but after joking around a bit, she explained that she was serious. Shana pulled out a container with what appeared to be weed inside. I told her I haven't had cannabis since college. She laughed and explained that hemp flower looks and smells like marijuana, however it has no psychoactive properties. In other words, it doesn't get you confused, "high," or ready to kiss the sky.  I pulled up in the mall's indoor parking garage, and was ready to disembark the vehicle, when she lit up a giant homemade cigarette. "This is hemp! she exclaimed, laughing and giddy as hell.  I didn't know if she was joking, but she handed me the jar and th...

 I love massages. About as much as I like alcohol. During a massage, I feel free. I suffer from intractable pain. No, it wasn't due to an injury. It was all because of my genetics. I have a tendency to have inflammation. My Mom's side has a number of relatives with autoimmune disease. That's why massage on demand was a great discovery for me. I am in chronic pain, and I refuse to take pain medication. It seems that's all my doctor wants me to do. To him, that's the answer. To me, it's as good as a death sentence. I'm quite happy I didn't listen to him when he told me hydrocodone is not addictive. I had a sneaking suspicion that beneath his unshakable veneer of arrogance, there lies a man who is clueless. I stay with my doctor, however,  as most of them are just the same. I am an artist by birth, an artist by vocation. I work at home, mostly, except when I have to meet with clients. And no, with COVID, meeting with clients happens rarely, if at all. Mass...