Author: Dominique S.

My X-mas Gift was a Santa Cruz Shredder

When weed runs in the family, you’d expect a shit ton of bud from both sides. Wrong! I bring most of the bud while he? He doesn’t get any kind of incentive due to a bigger and less populated menu. No discounts either. But sometimes, when he gets a little crazy, he just orders from his job on days off and surprises me with little gems like — a Santa Cruz Shredder. I never expected to receive one. Although, I’ve always wanted one, even if we still have a working one for a 3rd of the price. I was got a standard medium sized 3 piece. The first two attachments are magnetized and the third one has to be screwed on to open. Obviously, there’s no fourth tier sporting a screen to collect kief. I dislike that screen feature because I don’t even like kief or resin peppered around my joint. Unless it’s an extraction by King Cobra Extracts (not sponsored), 831 Extractions (not sponsored), or Harvest Moon Gardens (also not sponsored). Nonetheless, a 3 …

Smoking Pussy Riot 420’s OG Kush

Have you ever been to Weedmaps and decided that you want to discover a something new? Like a brand? Well, there’s one out there called Pussy Riot 420. They sell joints and a vape cartridges. If you know me as a person, I dislike prerolls. I’d rather roll my own because 1) I’d rather roll my own & 2) prerolled joints tend to be stale. It’s all a matter of who touched it, how old it is, etc. Anyway, I smoked the OG Kush I got from the Unit 7 Christmas Party. I was one of the people that signed guests in while telling them, “Get a gift bag.” But I ended up leaving because I was hungry, I have Celiac Disease, and my anxiety was all over the place. As a woman who likes the real California bred OG, I’m okay with the joint. The taste was there. Although, the lingering hints of freshly mowed grass or chopped wood and sea water weren’t there. The joint was rolled pretty well, in my honest opinion. But this is me. Like I …

The Emerald Cup 2018 Haul

It’s been a month now & I’m still sick with the flu. But my husband said, “FUCK IT!” and got us tickets for the Sunday event at the Emerald Cup 2018. We went early, like around 11.15 am, and found ourselves staying through the rain for 4 hours until he thought he lost his phone. We mainly stayed at the Flow Kana tent and got some of the best sun grown weed.  I’ve tried Flow Kana through Jaime, so I know what their weed is like. I was glad that they were actually sponsoring a tent this year so my husband and I canoodled with some of the grower there. We got free papers from the Willie Nelson / Flow Kana booth.  We got Orangzina and Cherry Z from the Zkittlez booth. It was kind of strange because I usually never go for IG famous weed, but I jumped the gun and we just bought two 8ths from them. We went to the Runtz booth and got two 10 gram joints. They had a new …

Strain Review: Raspberry Glue

RASPBERRY GLUE My camera blows. But you get the point, I hope? An 8th of some medium sized nugs, small stems — soft with a little crunch when pinched. This strain is an indica-leaning CBD creeping in to finish with a full body-high. It lulls the user to relaxation and then to sleep. According to the Bakerii’s menu, Raspberry Glue is a cross between Pink Champagne & Gorilla Glue. Pink Champagne is a Ken Este creation breeding Granddaddy Purple & PieGuy420’s Cherry Pie, while GG4 (fka Gorilla Glue #4) is a cross between Chem’s Sister, Sour Dubb, & Chocolate Diesel. Of which are all heavy hitting indica and indica-dominant hybrid strains that leaves the users couch-locked. Raspberry Glue reeks of ripe raspberries or, the better comparison for it would be raspberry jam. There’s a mild hint of cough syrup in there as well — perhaps because of the mild spiciness the buds emit. The drag is smooth after lighting the joint. But, Raspberry Glue leaves bitter-sweet notes after the first hit. although it doesn’t stay long enough to cause …

Contact High & Couch Locked

I want to work on something I could make a portfolio out of. Even if it’s useless. One Friday evening, at the eve of my 22nd birthday, I found myself traversing another torrential rain shower cum budding tropical depression. I was fumbling for a cigarette, searching for a pack of filterless Lucky Strikes, while a vortex twisted on the flooded landscape of Paseo Blvd. It was around 3 am and I knew I was supposed to be home packing for my first move in ages. My bag was this rough leather sack by Betsey Johnson. It bore this distinct fuchsia kiss mark embroidered on the side. Time had dirtied the stitching and crusted along the hard, rubber handle. I knew it didn’t suit me. A woman 10 years my senior made it apparent that I tried too hard to be pretty or whatever the fuck Kat overheard. Nowadays, I don’t really give a fuck about that bag or looking exceptionally neat. It’s been 8 years and I kept the bag. I think. Probably rotting away …

Through Comic Shop Spaces

Lately, it’s been like this — weaving through spaces and inhaling dust. California is on fire right now, yes, but I’m talking about the dust that’s accumulated through pages and pages of back issues and graphic novels. Comics, nowadays, serve as a reprieve. There’s some kind of solace as I traverse the silent world in between shelves and boxes looking for things that I wont necessarily read but keep. Beyond San Francisco, comic shops grow disheveled. Stocks and stocks of product are scattered neatly and everywhere. It makes me wonder why the main city stores aren’t as dense with content but just as small.

At The Tender Age of Ripe

a Fluxus Manifesto to 29 yr. olds before turning 30 OPEN THE FRIDGE DOOR. If you hear the lull of a quiet day approach you, be prepared to reward yourself with sustenance. Do not revel in the majesty of nonchalance – not yet. Not today. Ask yourself, “Where does the light go when the fridge is closed?” And pay no mind to those sweaty three-month old bag of baby carrots and the bottle of merlot half-empty / half-full, staring at you. All three of the takeout boxes need to be put in the trash can. Take your time. Breathe in. Reach for your phone. noun the state of containing nothing. the quality of lacking meaning or sincerity; meaninglessness. CLOSE THE FRIDGE DOOR. Distract yourself with a text from your boss. Distract yourself with pictures on Instagram. Distract yourself with the feeling of fullness while seeing yourself at your friend’s friend, Steve, from that wedding you attended last month. Remind yourself, “I am well and –” at the sight of your apartment and the mess your …