CANNABISCOOPERATIVE
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My inner anger has been slowly mounting recently. Little things go wrong and even when something goes right, it never feels like it did.
So an example. I go and do some DIY for my Nan last night. I put some shelves up for her and everything goes perfect, no fuckups or redos. As I am sat there shoes off having a brew, a metal 25lb toolbox falls off the thing, about 7 feet drop, on the pointy edge, right onto the top of my foot.
I woke up today with a completely black foot, two puncture wounds in it now healed with crusty blood. Ive got a Mastiff and two malinois to walk everyday...
So I go to my dealers last night and get half ounce of wedding cake, mates rates. He lives in Stockport, but he is a friend so I make the effort to see him anyway and have a few games of fifa. I made cannabutter with most of it last night and turned it into small cubes of cannabutter for my drinks. Had them resting on the kitchen worksurface, covered with a lif, the kitchen door shut and my dogs in their crate.
Come home from the doctors and mother in laws visit 25 minutes ago. My mals have opened their crate for the first time, opened the kitchen door, jumped onto the worksurface and eaten all my edibles along with my 247lb mastiff.
Now they are all running around wagging their tails and throwing up in our back garden. My mastiff has been digging for the passed 10 minutes straight and keeps howling. My oldest Mal dave keeps trying to jump of the garage roof and after being reassured by my Dad who is a retired vet, they will be fine, I am trying to wrangle them together.
I just sat in the garden and had my first cig in two years. Screamed fuck life over and over again and now I am attempting to clean up the absolute tip they made in thye house, with one broken foot and I have my wanker in laws coming round soon.
How do I accept this as random chance and bad luck, not god ripping a flies wings off because he can?
So an example. I go and do some DIY for my Nan last night. I put some shelves up for her and everything goes perfect, no fuckups or redos. As I am sat there shoes off having a brew, a metal 25lb toolbox falls off the thing, about 7 feet drop, on the pointy edge, right onto the top of my foot.
I woke up today with a completely black foot, two puncture wounds in it now healed with crusty blood. Ive got a Mastiff and two malinois to walk everyday...
So I go to my dealers last night and get half ounce of wedding cake, mates rates. He lives in Stockport, but he is a friend so I make the effort to see him anyway and have a few games of fifa. I made cannabutter with most of it last night and turned it into small cubes of cannabutter for my drinks. Had them resting on the kitchen worksurface, covered with a lif, the kitchen door shut and my dogs in their crate.
Come home from the doctors and mother in laws visit 25 minutes ago. My mals have opened their crate for the first time, opened the kitchen door, jumped onto the worksurface and eaten all my edibles along with my 247lb mastiff.
Now they are all running around wagging their tails and throwing up in our back garden. My mastiff has been digging for the passed 10 minutes straight and keeps howling. My oldest Mal dave keeps trying to jump of the garage roof and after being reassured by my Dad who is a retired vet, they will be fine, I am trying to wrangle them together.
I just sat in the garden and had my first cig in two years. Screamed fuck life over and over again and now I am attempting to clean up the absolute tip they made in thye house, with one broken foot and I have my wanker in laws coming round soon.
How do I accept this as random chance and bad luck, not god ripping a flies wings off because he can?