Episode 24: Reefer Madness!

Whether you know me personally or know me through reading this blog, I’m most likely the biggest Pothead you know! I’ve been a proud member of the cannabis community since I smelled it through the vents of my college roommates bedroom. It was then I knew this magic plant, an act of God mixed with science and nature was going to significantly change my life forever and it did. I love Marijuana. Not just for its healing properties, for its mental properties or for the way it brings people together, I love weed because it forces me to be at ease, it allows me to open my inner most pathways to a higher self. Weed is cool. Without it life is great, with it life is better.

So there’s a National Marijuana Day aka 420. Why wouldn’t there be? It makes more sense than National Cheese day or National Lima Bean Day which is also disrespectfully on the same day as 420…(Who the fuck eats Lima Beans?)

The last five years I’ve celebrated 420… It’s been a blast. I always take a day off work, there’s seemingly always an abundance of greenery in my presence. I’m surrounded by friends and edibles. 420 Day is a joyous occasion...I never experienced a bad one. Until…

April 20th, 2019…“It was a day that will live in infamy”. Not only did I miss one of my favorite rappers concert, the 4/20 party that was suppose to be this epic weed turn up turned out to be one of those, I’m an Instagram influencer, watch me not dance parties. Seriously, the DJ played Juvenile “Back that Ass up” No one danced! The bouncer was a complete douche. He said I had too much weed, made me roll all of it up before entering the party. In the midst of trying to roll FIVE GRAMS of weed, I dropped a big ass nug that is lost forever on the L.A. streets, or in the hands of a L.A hobo.. What does this mean, am I getting too old for this, do I have bad 4/20 karma for all the times I ash my blunt on people’s living room floors?

How could a day that’s usually perfect turn into Reefer Madness? Luckily I ended the night with friends, vegan snacks and amazing hosts. Even still the night ended before 10:00pm. I was tired, high and disappointed.

As I reflect back on this year’s 4/20 my realization is…

Putting all my energy into making this one day ultra special instead of making all my days ultra special speaks volumes. I bet if I put half the effort into comedy writing as I did trying to make 4/20 a spectacular day ya’ll would be sayin’ who is Issa Rae?

My 3 year anniversary in L.A. is in a couple weeks. I actually made it three years in L.A, with my head still on my head. Yes, I went through some shit, a lot of shit, a whole lotta shit.. I’m still here, no babies, no diseases, no bad attitude, mad confidence, single, a hot yoga body, I’m making music, writing and evolving into the Sailor Moon Christina I always knew I would become. Performing stand-up comedy this week, so wish me luck. I’m scared af… But there’s no better feeling than telling jokes on stage. I mean better feelings exist for sure but I’m unwillingly celibate. So stand up will have to due for now!

Stay Tuned.

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