420 experiment; Stems.

The age old question, is there enough THC in stems to get you high????

I was forced to find the answer to this question πŸ™„

In between careers, low on cash lead to the event we are about to discuss. It was going on close to a week since I had a proper dose of THC. Stress levels were increasingly high and I had become desperate. Google assistant of course found some nice articles about cannis plants and the how much THC is in every part of the plant.

 So I had the GREEN light 

 Actually I didn’t really read the article top to bottom, I got my answer and I proceeded. Missed the minor note that it may cause headaches; on top of several other reasons I would have probably got a headache today anyways. Ohhhhh man was is bad I had to wrap some ice in a towel and put it in the base of my neck to fall asleep. Before that pain was so excruciating I could barely see street. 

The buzz wasn’t even worth. But there indeed was a 30-50mins period where I was back to my normal relaxed self. And the headache didn’t get bad till almost 8hrs later & it didn’t turn into migraine until 12hrs after the first rip.

It’s mostly likely nearly impossible to simply roll a spliff full of sticks and stems and it be very successful. But a grinder and a water bong did about as much justice as it could.

Would I suggest it on a regular basis, probably not. But hey I definitely know the struggle. It’s hard out here for a pimp.

They should just legalize it πŸ™„

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My new baby Dragon πŸ‰πŸ’

Yup, finally did it. How to train your dragon style… I know absolutely nothing 🀦…

But this is a learning experience for both of us. I wanted a bearded dragon for close to 5 years now. For whatever reason I hadn’t got one until now. And I’m super stoked.

I haven’t named them yet but they are approximately 2 months old. Normal not fancy style but just as cool looking.

They are set up with the basics in a 40 gal long breeder tank. Eating a healthy arrangements of crickets, meal worms and veggies and even had it’s first shed a week after being home.

They wave at me alot and sometimes I’ll catch them simply staring at either me or the tv, it’s hard to tell since you know their eyes are on the side of their head ha ha.

So far it seems like we are getting along still sussing each other out. But they haven’t bit me and I haven’t forgotten to feed them so I guess it’s moving along pretty well.

I am officially a beardie πŸ’―πŸ˜ŽπŸ€˜πŸΎ

If anyone has any name suggestions I’m all ears 😊

Letter to my exes…

No , no don’t panic. This is not a petty blog..

Dear Ex,

What we had was special. At the time, I’m assuming; maybe not. That was then. This is me now. For whatever reason you didn’t make it to this chapter of my life; but that is neither here nor there now. I came to say that you taught me something. Wether it was a painful lesson or a bittersweet memory. No, you did not make me who I am today but you are forever part of my past. Something that can never be erased only learned from. However the promises I may have made, promises that I intended to keep; are no more. The past is the past for a reason. Irregardless to the facts and circumstances that lead you to becoming an Ex, I am grateful for all the learning experiences. And I am overjoyed to tell you that I am not the broken person you once knew… 

-I am Iman

I am a sensitive little b*tch..

No seriously…

Since I’ve transitioned and started living my truth I’ve allowed myself to really become in tune with my emotions and my feelings. Either that or I transformed into a sensitive little bitch πŸ™„πŸ˜‚

Being that I honestly don’t give a shit about what anybody thinks and having self awareness. Yes, I am more sensitive since I’ve transitioned.

It came on gradually after the initial breakdown my very first time in therapy but over time I noticed the shift little by little. I still have my dark humor but certain commercials or scenarios on TV had my eye all swelly and watery. And I don’t mean those deep ASPCA commercials with Sarah McLachlan singing in the background with close ups of helpless abused animals. But regular paper towel kid helps dad clean up mess , gives big hug and BOOM !; here come the water works. Then it got to the point where I would randomly think of a happy memory give a little chuckle and all of a sudden I have happy tears on my sleeve. When people tell me something that a normal person would just go “aww” and go about their day I’m clairvoyantly in a pile of empathetic borrowed emotions on the floor.

Not once was I like “Men Don’t Cry.”

But I applauded myself for letting my guards down and for once in my adult life truely allowing myself to feel. Feel everything. Not just happy and sad but a wide range of emotions.

So eh, if I’m a sensitive little bitch so be it …

The secret to my facial hair growth. v2.0

I’VE DONE IT!!!!!

I FOUND THE KEY TO GROWING FACIAL HAIR….

Sorry if you don’t smoke marijuana.. this maybe out of your reach unless you have pothead friends🀘😎

Yes. The key is weed.

As we all should know, marijuana has several helpful uses. Treating diseases like cancer. Helping mental disorders like anxiety. Improving appetite and cognitive function.

A Tbro of mine hipped me to the secret last year… I’m pretty gullible for old wives remedies and natural herbs for ailments. And of course it was always on hand with me 😎 especially at the time.

“Weed ashes bro.”

“Weed ashes bro?”

And that’s how it all began….

I originally started randomly ashing the blunt in my hand and rubbing on my chin. Didn’t really think too much of it and any new whiskers I came across I chalked it up to being remotely still somewhat in therapy. But as the months progressed and I again found myself weaned out of therapy the gains were still apparent, and still happening. So then I started to put more thought into.

Fast forwarding to a few months ago when I moved into my apartment (by this time I am convinced the ashes do help stimulate hair growth), from the first blunt I smoked in my house to this very day I have been ashing my blunts,joints, bowls etc into a small container. I knew that I would eventually find a way to combine the ashes with other natural products in hope to create my own beard oil/cream.

Almost to current time now..

About 6 weeks ago I ran across a unique concoction of natural oils that help facial hair growth AND that also didn’t smell like ass. So of course now I have to figure out how I was going to mix the ash and the oils & how I planned to apply it to my face.

4 weeks ago at the beginning of “No Shave November” I said fuck it and just went for it. At this point I have been out of therapy for just about 2 months. Also attended my Aunt’s funeral the first week of November so I was clean shaven to my normal stache and struggling goatee. 

Soo with all of the variables going in to the month of November compared to the gains documented during December I believe it’s safe to say; “By George! I think he’s got it!”

So with the confidence that I now I have in all this January will be my official documents of the gains from my “not officially named yet” beard oil. 😎

Never too old to discover your hidden talent. That’s why its called “hidden” talent.

-Iman

A year of houselessness..

 ’16-’17 was a tough yearπŸ™„

From being dead broke recently divorced and packing up what little life I had left and blindly moving to New York…

To battling homelessness, heartbreak, extreme social anxiety & a complete fear and paranoia that everyone was out to destroy me…

And finally relocating to a small town, starting a career at a job I love, being financially stable and falling in love…

From the end of 2016 to a year later in ending in late 2017 life seemed to throw just about every curve ball possible at me. 

It started going downhill in Spring of 2016 as I struggled to understand my transition and where I wanted my new life to go I watched my marriage fall apart and what I that was my life explode. Not to mention the affair and jail time the year prior still causing me an extreme amount of stress.

Between my confusion in my transition and basically having my life turned upside down I began wanting to run. Run away from my problems. Run away from my mistakes. Run away from myself. So I did. I started running, or at least trying. 

Found myself leaving my home renting a room in a area of town where know  one knew my name, closing off from the world, barely even seen by my roommates but I didn’t seem to be escaping from what ever I was running from. So I ran farther. I ended up it Texas. Houston I believe. Paying weekly in hotel rooms, doing temp work, doing an assortment of drugs & trying to forget who I was/I am.

Eventually I ran out of money and mental strength to deal with people. By this time I believe I started to slip into depression. I still felt my demons on my shoulders, like I hadn’t ran at all. So I figure if I’m going to be broke, homeless and depressed I might as well go back to where it all started. Plus Texas is fucking stupid.

So somehow up I ended back in New Orleans, Metairie to be technical. A young broken man on the verge of a self destructive path. Fortunately I was taken in by my gay mother that had adopted me a few years prior. She tried her best to help me stand but mentally I was a complete fucking mess. And seemed like the more she tried to help the more it reminded me that my life used to be so great and it was completely falling apart all around me and there was nothing I could do about it only made me worse.

I went from being at depression’s doorstep to being hurled through the front door. Shit was bad. I mean like REALLY bad. Almost ended up in a psych hospital..

*Takes bong rip

Reaching my breaking point and still wanting to run away from it all, when the opportunity came for me to be able to run away 13000 miles away I took it.

Packed what I had left which ended up being a army duffle bag and 2 book bags and headed to the Greyhound station. I had no money in my pockets but I know if I didn’t do this and let my soul fly I would never get better & I might never figure out what I wanted to be in life.

“…But Son, what makes you happy?..”

You can read my blogs from my 26hr Greyhound bus trip from New Orleans to New York in my “Road Trip” section of my blog. 😊

Of course with no money in my pockets and not knowing anyone in NYC I ended up in the shelter system for the first few months and then renting rooms and eventually back in the shelter system. Seemed like everything was still going wrong. Getting lost. Being Robbed. Freezing temperatures. Injured at work. Losing my wallet. Getting played. 

But I felt like I had some how found what I was running to. I thought I was running FROM my problems but I was actually running to my life. My new life. The life my soul was searching for. Even with all the shitty stuff that was still happening I was happy. I felt like I made a decision that made me happy. Of course it wasn’t all shits and giggles and sparkles at first or for the first 6 months. There was times I wanted to give up but I refuse to just go home where I had found what I almost died searching for. So I stuck it out and eventually….

Well, eventually…😎

Xbox One S

Dear Microsoft,..

Fuck youπŸ–•πŸ™„

Okay so I’m a 90s baby all the way and although I wasn’t an actual Xbox owner when Microsoft first release the gaming console. I was dwindling away from my Gameboy advance around the time if I remember correctly.

I learned at a very young age that sport games like NFL Blitz were my weak point and I excelled at 1st & 3rd person shooter games. So naturally my first Xbox crush was Halo. Don’t get me wrong I loved True Crimes & Grand theft auto but I preferred games with a stricter story plot.

I remember I used to stay up all night, when I did “acquire” an Xbox; playing Halo until I would here my Grandmother getting up. Sneak back into my room and act like I was sleep. (My kids gone be sneaky afπŸ™„)

Anyways enough of the flash back…

First off this new age shit got me feeling old as hell. So apparently you can just download games straight to your console, which is awesome yet shitty. Microsoft customer service almost got cussed all the way out.

I have been a committed Team Xbox supporter, minus the brief period in 2014 when I had a PlayStation 2. Yes, Microsoft basically says “Fuck you” to it’s user by making them pay for online gameplay features. But sorry Sony , graphics, online gameplay, and joystick layout is more speed. And c’mon…. Halo.

But now that I’m adulting and shit, I have to think long term and expense. Do I really want another monthly bill? Did they really solve the red circle of death issue or did they just get rid of the circle? Am I really going to be playing online like that?πŸ€” All questions that led to my original decision of biting the bullet and getting a PlayStation. We all know Microsoft loves bundles. Once I saw “Master Chief Collection” I felt my spirit leave and re-enter my body. So the choice was clear.

I totally felt like an old timer when I was expecting to see an A. Halo graphics on the actual console. & B. Actual Halo game cases. All the set up and whatnot need internet access, which a complete 3 day headache that I will save for a later date to vent about.

I am still overall pleased with my choice of gaming console & I am still officially Team Xbox (I am still coppin a PlayStation 4 eventually).

Add my GamerTag imanking26 😎

My first holiday miracleΒ 

Yes I don’t really do holidays… Nor am I a Christian.. but, I do know around holiday time (November – December) most humans tend to get “jolly”; the holiday spirit if you will.

A few days after Thanksgiving. Also marking the 1 year mark from the first time I stepped foot on NYC soil… Err, um concrete.

So typical travel dysfunctional morning Iman type of Tuesday. Over sleeps, forgets to purchase ticket, gets lost in subway, can’t find gate etc.

This morning trying return home was as always planned out relatively easy and every goal seemed to be accomplishable. Nope. Of course not. Too easy.

One of my biggest pet peeves of traveling is waking up TOO early. Too early to get ready but too late to get comfy and fall back into a deep sleep. And of course this was the morning my brain and bladder picked to work in unison at an attempt to wake me up on the wrong side of the bed.

I combat both with pissing and pot. Ha ha. Made sure everything was packed and curled up back under my woman. Between the now relief of an empty bladder, the buzz of the bud and the warmth of my partner I found myself fighting a deep sleep quite a few times to say I was only laying down for an hour.

This particular bank card is known to give me headaches but today I was already prepared, or so I thought. Noted now, you probably shouldnt purchase a prepaid debit card with the expectation of being able to use it within the same hour πŸ™„. Rookie mistake. 

The nice people at Duane Read tried their best to get the inefficient card I have been struggling with for almost 3 months now to work. They even had to work some magic even involving a second register to get the card that I now have but probably still can’t use for the the next hour or so. Still, when I walked out the door I felt confident that everything was going to be alright.

Normally I know exactly where to find my gate since I have found my preferred provider for transportation back and forth from Ithaca to NYC. Oh yea but today I’m already off my game. I believe it took me 30-40 minutes to find my gate location. About halfway there I panicked when I realized that the card that I just put all of my cash on can’t be used for online purchases for 2 hours after reload. Or I’m assuming that’s why it wasn’t working. (Cause it works fine now just ordered from Solidarity Soaps)

So I’m in front of my departure gate frantically trying to re-re-re enter all this card information and time is ticking. It’s not looking good. “Error”, “Opps looks like we’re having trouble”, “try using a different card”. Now it’s 10 minutes till departure so I’m calling my boss to tell him there’s an issue, calling my friend to see if he can order my ticket, texting my woman to see if she’s still up. Just a freaking mess. 

The last person in lines goes through the gate so I approach the bus driver (mom’s always said the worse someone could do when you ask them a question is to say no). I explain to him my situation, or at least the relevant parts. My friend calls back “no dice man, tickets aren’t up anymore”. 
And then a holiday miracle happens… 
What’s understood doesn’t have to be explained. But I will say this next time you want to cuss out the employee because the don’t want to give you extra sauce, or angry with the cashier who won’t let you “slide with the 50Β’” , try to remember that is that individuals job, livelihood, income & the way the support themselves and their family. Don’t get upset because they didn’t want to risk it all for you… Just be grateful when you cross paths with an innocent soul who will…
-Iman

Thanks Guy πŸ˜ŽπŸ€—πŸ˜Š

No Shave November

Yes, it’s that time of year again.

Most people only know of “No Shave November” as a month of growing a scruffy beard or not having to go to the barbershop for a month. Well I’m here to remind you of it’s true purpose.

First let me say to all those who lost a love one to cancer I am sorry for your lost. And to all those fighting the battle with cancer be strong, fight long and never give up.

No Shave November is to bring awareness to all those battling cancer. During the month of November you are suppose to refrain from your normal haircare routines(not limited by haircuts btw). Then at the end of the month donating the money you would have used for haircuts and hair products to a cancer institution of your choice. Also allowing to grow your hair wild, free & untamed for those going through chemotherapy and suffering from hair loss, since they cannot grow hair like they could before undergoing treatment. Lastly, going from a normally clean shaven individual to someone who desperately needs a barber is bound to draw questions. Allowing the supporting individual to spread awareness by explaining exactly what “No Shave November” is and stands for. It is more than just growing a beard or skipping the barber chair for 4 weeks.

Too often I see Tguys and OneGender guys boast about their beard gains but not acknowledging those fighting for their lives in a battle with cancer or paying respect to those who lost their battle. It upsets me that most of these men don’t know why “No Shave November” was started and fall into the band wagon and just “stop shaving for a month”.

Please stop making this a fad, do your research, and support the cause wholeheartedly.

And yes I am participating in No Shave November 😊 #FuckCancer 

-Iman

Temporary Hiatius

Hey readers,

Just thought I should let you know my blog is on a temporary hiatus (this week & next week) due to death in the family. 

I assumed I would still be able to blog… But words not so good right now.

Feel free to check out some of my other social platforms as you wait for me to get my shit together…

-Iman ✌️