ROX-TV pays a little visit to the Genesee County Compassion Club in the 810
Welcome back to the ROX-TV website. I’d like to thank all the returning readers for their support and extend a warm welcome to the new cats drifting in. Today we will be talking about the Genesee County Compassion Club, a few strains that I picked up, some tunes to get high to and much more. So pull up a chair, break out the pipes and rollers…because we are about to consume some flower and dig the vibrations. Without further to do, lets dive in and feast.
2:45pm
I found myself navigating the streets of Flint Michigan as the clock began to push hard for 3. I was having an interesting drive thanks to the continual and rather fucked up way in which MDOT has been “working” on the roads in and around the City of Flint and Genesee County over the last few months. For the most part, the rhyme and reason has seem to eluded an otherwise reasonable thing which is “maintaining the roadways and bridges”. Apparently someone forget for several years or maybe even a few decades that to keep things in good working order, one must constantly tend the garden. Apparently in 2021, the fog finally lifted and the gnomes woke up to discover that shit hadn’t been done in a long time.
This part I’m fine with, because acknowledging a problem is the first step to fixing the problem. We all know the roads are shit in many places around the county, but somehow, someway…the powers that be decided to fix everything at once even if there aren’t enough work crews to cover all the work zones that magically sprouted from the earth in a glorious orange rage. One day everything is open and running and the next, every fucking street or highway needed to move about the city in any rational sense has been closed, tore up, and then left. Like a woman on the beach, gazing out at the sea…waiting for her sailor to return, the citizens of the county gaze out at the “construction sites” and hope for the return of the workers to finish what they started.
I guess the pill would be easier to swallow if I could at least see someone…anyone….working in the multiple and vast construction zones but alas, they are devoid of humans. So, there I am, navigating through the neighborhoods, looking for routes that will lead me to the Disney Land of medical marijuana, the one and only “Genesee County Compassion Club”. Returning readers will probably remember me heaping praise and support on this fine establishment, which is well deserved by the way. For a great selection of medication, I trust no other.
3:33pm
After cruising down Dort Highway to Lapeer and over to Center Road…I slowly came within reaching distance. I took Center to Richfield Road and headed east towards Genesee and finally tilted my car northbound. Normally I didn’t mind cruising the city, but the traffic zones and construction-less sites had dampened the mood some. If MDOT was trying to drag the residents morale and mood into the mud puddle for several months without relief, it most certainly had worked. I shook off the negative vibes and focused on my end game. The Club was coming into focus.
I arrived at my final destination and was struck with a jovial mood as I parked the ride (6340 N. Genesee Road, Flint MI 48506). It was impossible to be bummed out when rolling into the club for some great smoke, it simply can not happen. I equate walking into the club with walking into a record store…these are places that I can lose my mind if I’m not careful. If I had enough loot, I’d take one of everything in either place. It’s just the way it is. Weakness can come in many forms and for me, music and flower shops are definitely right up there. But lets make one thing clear, those two places are both holy in my eyes and wonderful keys that help unlock the mind, so if I get carried away once in awhile while indulging in the vibrational power…fuck it. It’s for the greater good. So anyway, I arrived.
3:42pm
It was going to be a good day and I could tell with one visual glance around the main floor of the club, that I was certainly in good company. As luck with have it, I even ran into the real estate agent that helped close the deal on the family home. Friendly faces and old friends were in abundance, along with some potent smoke. After rapping with the real estate agent for a bit, I bid her farewell and headed over to my favorite post up spot in the club. This would be the four high riser mini bars near the entrance to the main room. I quickly spotted Big Ken, Will, Matt, and several others. This was what I had come for and the time was right. Unfortunately, my money was shorter than most days, so I would have to shop with a purpose and keep the blinders on from going crazy with mania.
I stopped at Will’s spot and greeted my old friend with a smile and inquired about everything I had missed since my last visit. With the new book “Forever in the Jects” with Project Born, things had been rather busy and I hadn’t gotten out much lately.
You could say that I had been floating off the radar for a bit, but the time had come to resurface and there it was. Will showed me his latest and greatest strains, and I visually bounced from jar to jar, before making my big time decisions.
I normally like to break it up as opposed to getting just “one strain”. For me personally, the effectiveness of a strain can be minimized after repeated use, so I like to mix it up as much as possible. I settled on four strains and gave the man my money. Will had some nice edibles on the counter so I tossed in one for good luck. You can’t go wrong with a product named “Purple Magic” and medicated nerd blocks have always been a personal weakness. Hell yes.
As far as the strains went I took a careful look before leaning more into the Indica side of things.
#1 G.M.O. (I) 80/20
I had picked up this strain before and it had done wonders in Northern Michigan on vacation. I was definitely in the market for a decent stone and thought about the sweet bliss at the end of a long day. I grabbed 3.5 grams of this bad cat. The buds were tight and compact, with a nice aroma radiating from the 8thy.
When the sun is low and the day is almost ended, a nice Indy is paired well with the couch and a horror movie. I have never slept well after working third shift for six years and this little devil is just the trick.
As far as the movies go, I like to settle in with an old familiar flick from the Halloween vein, most likely (at least these days) Season of the Witch. The flow is slow and low and fits in with most Indy regiments. I usually have Nightmare on Elm Street Part 2 on standby just in case. When I get a proper stone going, my mind can wander requiring additional comfy movies.
#2 D-12 (I) 80/20
I don’t believe I’ve experienced this strain, at least it didn’t sound familiar when I was jar hopping. I grabbed 3.5 grams with the excitement that only a previously undiscovered strain can cause. The aroma was a little more subtle than the G.M.O. but the buds were rock hard and ready to jam (as always).
#3 WTF (I) 80/20
Also a previously unknown strain to me, WTF had a nice look and as mentioned above, strange is always laced with a tinge of unknown fun. Firing up the stranger and waiting to see what the ride looks like is have the fun. The aroma was funky and peaked my curiosity. Chalk up another one for the weed journal, if I ever can get motivated to re-visit the comp book. I used to religiously document and chronicle each strain in the early days of my medical marijuana trip, but had fallen off over time.
Keeping a weed journal is a good idea for newer patients and recreational users. It gives a person something to do and adds to the ritual. Once you can zero in on what you really like, shopping becomes more effective in regards to medical use as well as fun time. Who knows, maybe you could accumulate enough to drop a book someday….not a bad idea. I believe that society’s intrigue with the green lady is just starting.
The old heads and hip cats already knew about the devil’s lettuce, but eventually the green machine will conquer America’s appetite for recreational influence and as boomers age, medically…weed will prove to be king.
(Author’s note: Marijuana is a safe alternative to the shit pharmaceuticals that the big machine has been pushing on Americans for decades. If you are looking for a clean and safe way to find relief to literally dozens of issues, get involved and educated, and dive in. Let the old ideas and stigma’s burn off like a Christmas Tree in an August bonfire)
#4 Pirate Cake (I) 70/30
Rounding out the big three plus one, is Pirate Cake. I was on a role because this was another strain that I had no previously knowledge of. I took a massive whiff of this jar and smelt the funky aroma, which reminded me of coffee brewing in the morning. Who knows? But that’s the image in my brain as I snorted the bag.
This was the strain I decided to kick the night off with upon arriving back at the crib, once I had battled the ridiculous management of highway construction projects that aren’t actually being worked on, only obstructed.
Upon arriving home I got out the tray, a roller, a smaller sized bong, some Zig Zags, and a handful of Oreo cookies. The day was through and it was my time to shine. I dove into the Pirate Cake first, tossing a few buds into the gas station grinder I picked up a few months earlier while on another mission. I hadn’t used it much and decided to put the little fellow in the game. Like all brand new grinders, it worked like a charm. Rollers are very similar in that they work magnificently for a week or so, and then eventually trouble sets in with overtime use. Regardless, I forged ahead and created three small hills on the tray, with help from G.M.O. and a mystery nug that had managed to survive on the tray for a few days.
The Pirate Cake smelled up the room when exhaled, which I found to be pleasant and familiar. I come from a large family of casual marijuana consumers and my childhood is filled with images of poker games on Sunday nights with glorious clouds of pot smoke hanging over the card table like London fog. The aroma took me back to those wonderful nights, when the grand kids ran absolutely wild, as the men gambled, drank, and puffed the green stuff. I will say, Marijuana is a great tool for memory reclaiming. All you need to do is smoke some and wait for the mind to drift off into everything interesting.
I was properly stoned with a couple pipes of the Pirate Cake (after a hiatus, my tolerance literally reset to zero, which is a really cool thing. Before the great reset, an ounce of smoke had a hell of a time living for more than four or five days. This was obviously at the absolute height of the green intake for me, which took the better part of seven years to build. I’ve never had much luck and stopping anything really without a serious and concerted effort, but if the green isn’t zinging you like the old days, or you need a shit load to do the trick…a reset might be just the ticket. It will suck for a few months, but if you can stand it…it’s like getting to do over the whole ride again.
I continued to work on the three small hills, no longer concerned if I mixed the G.M.O. or the Pirate Cake. The mystery nug was destroyed in the process. Before long I was conked out. Darkness washed over me and I vanished into the dream world. I woke up around 2:30am and decided that maybe it was time to go to bed. In typical reset fashion, I never got to really drift into all four bags, but sometimes, the ride is more interesting than the destination. As far as using a dump truck full of amazing descriptors, that’s ok, but never really captures the overall feelings. And most importantly, everyone medicates differently, smells and ingests shit differently, so a bedrock definition of my exact feelings or perspective is mostly useless on an individual transfer of an experience to the reader.
Just like the old days, the best way to find out what is going on, is to roll up your sleeves and get involved. We finally have legal marijuana and medical marijuana at our disposal. Only a damn fool would ignore the magic just waiting for you. The adventure you seek, is calmly growing on a plant at this very moment. Do your part, get stoned, and see what all the fucking fuss is about. That’s all the time we have for today. I will sample D-12 and WTF very shortly, and then I will have another block of smoking music, info, and hippy shit to share. Until then, take care of yourself and each other.
Signing Off,
Mike Shepard
ROX-TV Head Writer
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