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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Episode 23-Sayin’ Goodbye to Hollywood.

Five… Five is the different number of blog entries I wrote before dropping this one. As I reflect on the last two months it hit me, nothing is going on. I mean, don’t get me wrong things are happening but nothing is “happening” I’m not struggling financially, I love my job, teaching has been uncontrollably amazing af, there’s no dude in my life annoying tf out of me, I’m getting a cat, (no typo) my friends are the most captivating humans I ever encountered, seriously, my roommate won an Oscar. My mom is in love.

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Nothing is happening, which is great… I guess…I just figured people want to read an L.A. adventure and all I got is life is living in the present. All we have are memories anyway…but don’t forget, what you have…it’s in you, once it’s in you no one can take that away. Yoga, friends, Nipsey and Childish Gambino have taught me these things. After Nipsey Hussle’s passing, I thought to myself now here’s a young man. Beautiful, strong and Black. Helping the community, giving back, taking ownership of his life, providing for his family. In the next moment he’s gone, dead from our world, probably President in the next one though. We’ll all be gone one day. So what happens then? What are you doing now to experience what this life has to offer and how are you making a difference while creating a legacy?

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My time is almost up in Los Angeles. I’m in love with this city don’t get me wrong…There’s more cities I must see. Quite honestly, cities across this ocean I have yet to see have been whispering my name in their native tongue. I have the feels…The same feeling from living in New York right before I booked my one way ticket to L.A. almost three years ago! Can you believe it? I Love L.A. I literally created a life for myself out here from scratch. I’m a Yoga instructor, a writer, a creator a lover and a believer in things that seem impossible. I Love L.A. The beach is my backyard, I’ve climbed hills and mountains, I’ve soul cycled, juiced, fallen madly in love, fallen completely out of love, completed 300 hours of teacher training studying a practice I truly believe in, I Love L.A., I’ve seen Skid Row, I’ve seen black people flourish before my eyes, the traffic is a serious thing, In&Out’s fries suck, I’ve smoked the loudest of the most loudest strains of ganja, I still haven’t met Childish Gambino. I love L.A. This is my home.

I’ll come back and I’m not leaving tomorrow. Not with 4/20 around the corner! I just see a unique life for myself I see a way to help others using my gifts, telling my truths. I must see the world though, plus this Country has lost its damn mind, a hut in Jamaica for a few months sounds exquisite if I’m just being honest. While I’m still on American soil, I plan on putting my best efforts to the front line. I hope you stay tuned.

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