Got fed up paying $65+ just for small infused bars in fancy store. Decided I stop wasting money and try make my own at home. Got good cheap trim from trusted guy, fresh butter, slow heat, kept low fire hours long like proper method. Smelled whole house rich and nice while cooking, no weird chemical scent at all. Took my time, did it careful even though patience hard sometimes 😋🍯
When I moved into my apartment, the mailbox was overflowing with letters addressed to the previous tenant.
Bills.
Advertisements.
Catalogs.
I almost threw everything away.
Then I noticed one envelope.
No company logo.
Just a handwritten name and the words:
“Please don’t forget your promise.”
Curiosity got the better of me.
I tracked down the previous tenant through the landlord.
She answered my message almost immediately.
When I handed her the envelope, she froze.
I always wondered why the bus driver never let anyone sit in the very first seat.
Every morning, if someone tried, he’d politely say,
“Would you mind choosing another one?”
People thought he was just being difficult.
One rainy Tuesday, I finally asked him why.
He smiled for a second… then looked out the windshield.
“My daughter used to sit there every morning before school.”
She had passed away years ago after a long illness.
He said driving the same route was the only way he still felt close to her.
Buying “premium THCA” thinking it’s something better?
You’re literally buying regular bud with extra marketing tax.
Top shelf is top shelf — whatever they call it.