Abusive Kush c02 Oil — Lotus Medical
I’m always in search of Colorado’s best strains when it comes time to return to Ohio and share the wealth. Given the fact that I was going to be leaving my 3 month old son for the first time, and I was going to have the opportunity to catch up on some much needed rest and relaxation, the budtender at Lotus Medical made a very pointed suggestion at taking home the Q-Pen and a cartridge of their Abusive Kush. He assured me that I would find it very relaxing and it would knock my unseasoned friends back at home, “flat on their ass.” I’m sold.
Armed with my latest purchase, I take a few rips en route to Union Station. Today I’m riding Denver’s latest attraction to the airport – the University of Colorado A Line. Gone are the days of $90 dollar private car rides or $35 dollar Uber lifts to DIA. It’s now a half-hour jaunt to northeast Denver for a very reasonable price of nine bucks. Sign me up. The indica haze sweeps me away with the gentle lull of the train slowing down and taking off at each stop. It was a thoroughly enjoyable ride, and one I’ll take advantage of moving forward.
There’s always that pang of paranoia that hits me, going through airport security with ample amounts of Schedule 1 narcotics in my carry-on. No sweat this time though, TSA has no interest in the contents of my bag. My only wish is to puff on the vape en route to the gate. Alas, I’ll have to wait until I hit the ground in Ohio. I’m headed back home for my best friend’s wedding – bring on the celebrations!
Everyone, at some point or another, has the wish to be “that guy” at the party. Most people try too hard to achieve said status, but in my case, I did absolutely nothing. My mate kept introducing me as “the fella from Colorado”, with a wink and a smile. Clearly this was the code for signifying that I was cool and holding some good buds. Before I knew it, folks were tapping me on the shoulder or elbowing me in the ribs to “chat for a minute” outside. If there was an open bar or lively dance floor at the wedding, I have no idea, as I was spending a majority of my time on the loading dock of the venue toking it up with the curious and enamored wedding attendees. Needless to say, as the night was wrapping, folks kept coming up to me, shaking my hand and slapping me on the back, thanking me for the party favors saying that vape pen packs a bit more of a punch than the product they’re getting. “Come visit me in CO,” I say, “…it will blow your mind.” I’ve done my part – cannabis advocate and tourism promoter, AT THE SAME DAMN TIME.
Even with all the wedding vows, festivities, presents, beers and conversations shared, my buddy was the happiest I’ve seen him when I bequeathed the Q-Pen with a freshly loaded cartridge of Abusive Kush CO2 oil as a parting gift. Godspeed my man – it’s been real, it’s been fun, but as the saying goes in the State of Ohio, it hasn’t been real fun. Until next time….
Catch ya on the flipside.