When the jar runs low and the trouble towers too high, I go shopping for green. Thanks to an engagement party out of town, I got to try some different flower for a change. Join me as I cut a slice of some White Pancakes.
White Pancakes taste and smell sweet. It's strong but it doesn't punch like the fuel-types of strains you come across. Not many strains advertised as "sweet" or "candy" taste accordingly. White Pancakes hits the mark quite nicely.
The body high feels subtle. I am certainly tired after a weekend party and the feeling White Pancakes leaves reminds me of a nice breakfast, sweet not savory and filling. Yet I'm not laden with a heady sensation. I'm clear enough to report I like what I feel right now.
It’s a chill Sunday night at the apartment. The stress of a car accident permeates throughout my week. It's slow but enduring like syrup. When I visit Rhode Island, I like to stop at Sweetspot for what proves an experience you don't encounter often. This bud soaks up all that paperwork, petitioning. It sponges up the filing and phone calls.
It's almost 10 days without the new car since that random accident on Labor Day. I feel defeated at times. People are trying to save their skin instead of do what's right. When I don't take the initiative and speak up for myself, I lose. I won't fit the bill on this accident while this property management plays unfair.
You can read about my present fiasco here.
Come Monday, the marathon continues. Tonight, I can chill with this sweet Indica strain in the air and blow away my worries.
