Luckily, I was able to convince the wife to let me go alone to Colorado on a real trip for New Year’s. I was able to find a room to rent for the long weekend, and I had many delightful items on the agenda.
The trip was uneventful. It wasn’t like a saw a UFO or anything cool like that…
Obviously, the goal was to get my hands on some quality, legal wax. While perusing at a local dispensary, I found some wax extracted by CO2 rather than butane or a rosin press. I had to have it. The taste is excellent, and the use of the wax is interesting. You just squeeze it out. No dab tool required.
You got to try it!
The next morning I get a phone call:
“KC.” The mortgage guy said.
“You don’t make enough money to keep the house by yourself. Neither you or your wife do.”
I was devastated. I wanted to keep the house for many reasons, but one of them is that the address starts with 7107. If read right to left, numerically, says “Holy Oil.”
No joke. Just try it.
But that’s a silly reason to stay shackled to such a big responsibility, so I can let it go.
About that time, my host showed me some paperwork. Texas wants $2 million dollars for a license to sell CBD oil.
It’s never going to be about helping the sick for them. They are going to crush the industry before it gets started and then blame the industry for failing.
Texas IS big oil.
Texas IS the private prison system.
Texas doesn’t want to change. Even if they pass a law, the medicine will never be affordable, and the use of cannabis will never be accepted by family and doctors. Texas has too much riding on cannabis’ failure to let it succeed.
Get out while you still can.
Due to all of this information, New Year’s Eve morning, I went looking for apartments in Colorado Springs. I was able to get a tour of one of the two units left at one of the only apartment complexes in town that had any availabilities. Apparently, everyone wants to move to Colorado. I found a 3 bedroom, 2 bath for an affordable rate. It wasn’t impressive, but it had all the essentials, and it was an apartment in Colorado. I signed the papers and paid them.
The apartment is mine. I’m doing it. I’m moving to Colorado!
This decision is not easy. In addition to most of my family disowning me, my wife has decided not to follow me to a safe place. It makes me sad, but there isn’t really anything I can do about it. She has to make her own decisions and live with the consequences, as do I.
I am excited about the move. This was the best trip, yet, and I think it’s neat I finally found a town to land in. For those that are shocked by this, don’t be. I have been talking about moving to Colorado for the past six months. Nobody listened. Nobody. Even some of my friends needed to be reminded. I guess everyone thought I was kidding or just crazy.
Fuck all that noise.
I hope everyone has a safe and happy new year. You may not be moving to Colorado, but stay strong. Maybe your day will come soon.
Soon, I will be writing to you from the free zone. Hopefully I remain an encouragement to those stuck behind enemy lines.
Wagen, over and out.