Damn Johnny, this comes at a time when I visited California. I was there for the weekend to toss my dad's ashes and visit family. Needless to say I'm seriously considering moving to California since the majority of my family is there anyway and cannabis runs in the family tree. I found out when my father first caught me toking, he smoked my damn stash! Bastard!

Anyway, just being a weekend in California mellowed me out so much, californicated I like to call it. Part of the reason is because my family is so cool. The rest is because people in general are just more chill, even the uptight ones. Plus I smoke cannabis all the time and the attitude, at least where I was, in Oakland, was so laid-back we were just sitting there smoking in the street with people passing it by.

I just want to be apart of the mellowness and have less stress in general, be around good weather all the time, be close to my family which I have so much in common with. I have the opportunity because my cousin lives in the middle of Oakland and has invited me to come and live there. I have an opportunity put out for me on a platter.

Being from the east side, going to California and experiencing for me is like a dream. Part of me wants it to remain that, California as merely an escape, I'm sure it's very different if I actually lived there. But every time I go to California, I come back feeling much better.