HeyJaredNotes from the Fire Escape
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” — Albert Camus
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this is a dirty place. (opens the original)
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I scrawled this in a notebook sitting on the balcony of my condo, location unknown. Forgot I wrote it. At the time I’m stoned, allegedly drunk, and definitely unhappy.But like life, unhappiness lasts a moment, then fades. Today I sit on a beach in Sri Lanka surrounded, literally, by the ocean, good friends, dogs, and love. Also hash. Jah Bless.Comfort and discomfort are both very real and temporary, understand that and maybe understand life a little more. Smile humans, you woke up today.DC.<a cl
I Still Love My Country (opens the original)
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This post has bonus content for paid subscribers. Upgrade to get full access.I love myself.I am broken.Still...I love me.Some days I miss home.Don’t get that twisted
Cannabis, The Leaf That Binds Us (opens the original)
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Cannabis.Weed.Pot.Dope.Ganja.Herb.The sweet leaf.The list goes on.Just don’t ever call it marijuana around me.That word wasn’t born in the cannabis community. It was weaponized. It was used by politicians and powerful industries to turn one of the most useful plants on Earth into a villain. If you think I’m exaggerating, skip the Bible for an afternoon and read The Emperor Wears No Clothes by Jack Herer.I’ve been in love with this plant since I was t
Learning to Listen (opens the original)
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The Rootless Soul (opens the original)
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now instead of rootsi pass by.i have learnedthat not every soulis meant to stay.some arrivelike rain.some leavelike seasons.each onecarrying awaya piece of me.each oneleaving something behind.i belongeverywherefor a moment.then nowhereagain.there is beauty in drifting.there is grief in it too.i have buried pieces of myselfin citiesthat will never know my name.i have loved peoplei will never see again.i still carry them.perhaps they carry me.now instead of roots
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