Here's a little story I have to tell. Gather round, or just stop reading now. One of the two.

So I've always thought that I've been above smoking resin, myself. In the years that I have been smoking, I have never once took a resin hit, because, well, I've been pretty blessed in the fact that I've constantly had connects and money, or friends who smoke.

Until tonight.

Well, my friends recently ditched me (personally, I think PMS. I'm not being sexist either, I seriously believe this is why bitchy bitcherson won't let me over to her house anymore) and my dealers have run dry. Now, I love bongs, and own a few, and have definitely acquired a fine amount of resin in my time. So tonight I started to get the shakes (the figurative shakes) and decided to try resin. It didn't work as well as a fine amount of the white widow my spoiled ass has become accustomed to, but it works well enough. So, beyond all of the expletives, the long, dragged out story which didn't make that much sense, and my misuse of quotes, I guess the underlying message is:

Resin works. Well enough