Oh, no. It's even worse. Sipping my wine from the new local shop, the one next to my fav dispensary, the one that has a party area full of hubaloo on the weekends, they want to stock the Snoop wine because I said it's perfectly balanced (yes,try it), they are part and parcel with the dispensary next door, I call the corner the one stop shop for my chronic pain needs (the booze dude caught the chronic joke, made me happy) I'm becoming known.... I might be on my way to local personality?
Watch my ass get invited to the bbq because I'm funny, leftist, creatively "witchy", and a fucking critical thinker. Send your energy my way. I'll do scientific shit with it.