Successful T-break trees

Today marks the third day of my tolerance break after a summer & fall stanza with the ganja, and I feel great about it! After failed attempts to take this break, and I feel confident I can stick this out til the end of the semester. I haven't felt this good in awhile, both emotionally and cognitively. Don't get me wrong, I love trees. It opens up my senses and provides a different perspective on numerous things; but i'm still in my early years of consumption, resulting in an uneven balance between work and play. The key to my success was creating a positive, exciting event to mark the start of my break. Let me paint you a picture:

I arrived at the house around 2:30 P.M.; a slight wind was blowing through the tall pine trees producing that unique, serene sound. I gathered my hunting gear, bottle of water, and was off to the deer stand. On the way, the sun shined upon my face as thought about how perfect this day was. You see, all three of my classes were cancelled that day (rarity), and no homework was due. No stress. Once I arrived at my parking spot, I prepared my crossbow and hunting attire in case the elusive 30-pointer decided to meander into my neck of the woods. Once I was ready, I pulled out my machined silver cylinder and added some of nature's best to grind into a heaping pile of mind-altering herb. I recently found a long-lost, hand-blown bowl to commemorate the event. I packed it full, with a healthy topping of the remnants accumulated in lower chamber. The first spark didn't take effect until half way to the stand; it was magnificent. With each step, I felt the herb-infused blood reach the extremities of my limbs. Midway, I sparked again, securing this euphoric feeling as I approached the location where I had hunted before. Some deer scat was left on the trail leading to the stand; a good sign. I fed the pile some old lettuce and veggies that I had found in the bottom of the refrigerator, adding to the sugar beets and carrots that remained from the day before. As I slowly gained elevation, I gazed to my right hoping to see a trophy buck in the distance; no such luck. Once situated, I sparked a third time, marking the halfway point of the commemorative bowl. I thought to myself, "Self, you're going to remember this months from now as the time you created the perfect environment to smoke your last bowl before your tolerance break." As I sit here now, I still smile about it.

Fast forward three hours and the remaining bowl later, I leave the stand with nothing but my crossbow, empty bowl, and my head held high as I knew that despite seeing no deer, I started myself on the right path.

Submitted October 28, 2014 at 11:57AM by RhythmicRhetor http://ift.tt/1tCulpr trees