ROX-TV checks out the shadows for some play. Tonight, we talk about POTarts, Tokers, and Royal Highness from Sapphire Farms

Welcome back to the ROX-TV website. As always, we would like to thank the returning readers. Without your support, there would be no point. The summer is winding down and the air is starting to turn. Before long, Michigan will be bursting with fall colors and I’m ready for all that comes with that. It is probably one of the coolest features of living in the Murder Mitten. The changing of the seasons. The continual death and re-birth. I’m a big fan. So anyways, I thought it would be another fine time to talk about some new marijuana products I’ve tried out recently. Is there a possibility that the conversation will crash after the first big turn? Probably. Once the smoke starts blowing around the room, the focus becomes less important…giving way to whatever just is. I know that sounds a little cryptic or downright confusing. If so, I do apologize for the flighty talk, it just is…what it is.

Lately my favorite go to spot is The Barn, on Bristol Road in the 810. The place is just off the beaten path, so the intensity of the daily traffic is turned down a notch. I hate driving sometimes and traffic just compounds the feeling times fifty. I don’t know what the fuck is the problem these days, but half of America is ready to fight at every stop light. Road rage is turning into some new dangerous game of “fucking with strangers”. I know from experience on both sides of the coin…that fucking with strangers can be a bad idea. Don’t believe? Try it. If you fuck with unknowns long enough, eventually you will find someone willing to rise to the occasion. And the odds are, they’ve been waiting for the chance…sometimes for years. Fucking with strangers? Good luck little buddy.

So, with all the crazy energy floating just outside the door, most of the time, I prefer the sanctuary of my home. Not that the outside world isn’t cool, I just can’t always deal with the variables. In these times, hiding out at home and doing research on new products and strains just offers more peace of mind. Plus, I don’t like to drive fucked up, so once the smoke scene settles in, it requires a lot of effort to stop the train and get off. I hate to stop things, I hate to start things, and I don’t like new things really. You could say I’m fucked and, in some respects, I suppose you’re right. But I also know how to taste life when she comes a calling, so there you have it. I’m a walking contradiction of conflicting ideas, beliefs, and theories.  I guess at times it can be amusing, to be pulled apart in multiple directions, but from experience…it just makes fostering long term steadiness almost impossible.

“I’m not sure how I arrived in such a place in life to consume and experience both sides of the coin, but here I am”

As usual, I don’t have time to un-pack that statement but you get the idea. I guess experiencing both sides of the coin has made my perspective very interesting over the years and since recreating my journey is probably impossible…all I can do these days is talk about it. But just know that I’ve been around and seen lots of shit over the years. I’m proud of my miles and the ability it gives me to see through horse shit, regardless of my outward reaction. Where were we? Oh yeah, I was going to do a little piece about some marijuana products I have been sampling. The ROX-TV viewership enjoys smoking the Devil’s Lettuce and so I will do what I can to talk about shit that matters to the stoners. The following products were picked up a few days ago and the testing commenced shortly after.

Item One: Tokers Choice

Description: Cigarette style pack, with ten pre-rolls weighing in at .7 grams

Function: Rather good, considering the packaging “camouflages” the party sticks, giving that outward appearance of an old hard pack of smokes. Anyone over fifty years of age will just assume the pack is tobacco related by size and shape of the item. I guess this could disarm older Americans who are looking to bitch about things but are unsure how to proceed forward when confronted with a common looking item, with no bad associations other than cancer.

In the 1990’s, we were always trying to find a cool way to carry around a bunch of pre-roll joints…which we referred to as “PR’s” in certain circles. I think by 1999, I had acquired a metal cigarette case from a flea market in Traverse City. Although it was flashy, fun, and could hold at least ten bombers…it was odd shaped, a little weighty, and not low key. If you were at a bar in 2000 and pulled out the case, someone would have asked about it. So much for blending in. I think that’s where this product is smart. You are using pre-conceived notions to disarm people. Humans are funny, because once they think they “know” what the score is, they usually just check out, referring only to their own pre-judgements (which given the brief nature of America today, will be wrong most of the time). People who think they see a cigarette pack, will probably envision old salty dogs from their own family, who “smoked four packs a day for fifty years”. Marijuana just isn’t associated with mass commercialization yet (broad statement) but it will be. In the meantime, look-a-like magic will continue to be acceptable and celebrated. I don’t mind it. (Author’s Note: These would be great for concerts, travel companions, or business casual type shit)

Item Two: POTarts

Description: A “sweet tart” type of situation, comes in two sizes…the little guy and the big guy. The little guy is 25mg and the big dog is 200mg. The bag offers pieces of candy, and each one contains 1mg. Easy math yo.

I’m not sure what to think about these little dudes. The packaging and user friendliness of the product is great. I guess I don’t like serving sizes so small…but maybe I’m being hasty. With such a small dose, this product should appeal to the people without any balls or tits. You know the people that just can’t let go for a half hour and get crazy. With a dosage so small, this would be a perfect type situation for the user “just starting out”. I’m not promoting any behavior deemed “less than” but if a person was struggling with alcoholism…perhaps a small but steady stream of these buddies could be just the ticket. If these types of products had been around in the early 2000’s, I would probably still be working in the regular sector. So the short end of the short story is this. I like the product for it’s ease of access and look-a-like magic, but there are some down sides to this type of format. The shit does look like candy and if I was under the age of 12, I don’t know if the younger me would care until things got weird. I would keep these locked up around the house if there are kids in the zone. It’s just a good idea. This product, although pretty rad, is the fucker that probably makes its way to the local school at some point for playground dispersion and then a horrible nightly news story to follow. In some ways America does feel pretty weak sauce when it comes to just being human. When I was a kid, it was not uncommon to get a sip of the old man’s beer, when you got him one from the fridge. It was how America was in the 1980’s. Most people didn’t bat an eye at a beer or a joint really. Most people knew how to have a good time. Today, people are up tight, scared to get loose, and often times frigid. Where the fuck did all the Cowboys and Gangsters go? Where did all the fucking hippie cats go? Where did all the ecentric artists go? Fuck man, I turn on standard cable today and I want to jump off a bridge. No substance, nothing behind the curtain, just going through the motions without the fun. Well, there I went again, careening into the woods, looking for the trees, lost in my treehouse. Don’t believe me? Hit the tracks near Seymour and Hill… and be amazed at the floating city in the sky (not exactly, but if you know what I’m talking about, my hat is off to you. This is old school hour MFER. The bottom line is that the product is cool, the taste is fine, and the function is user friendly.

Buy it, try it, don’t deny it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qa1wdUkeuvE

Item Three: Royal Highness

Format: Flower

Size: Ounce

Price: Nice

Last but not least tonight is the flower plug. I’m a flower power tower and I need a steady stream of the green gold. I understand that the last sentence was pretty odd, but it does happen in these articles from time to time. I like flower, preferablly in nothing smaller than the ounce fashion. I do get stupid with grass and I could be considered a super-user. That would make sense because when I drank alcohol, I was also a super-user. Shit…I think I’m a super-user of NOS…and I guess it could be argued that I am a super-user of many things. Mostly associated with feeling good. Well, here’s to feeling good all the time homies and homettes. I get my stashes from The Barn on Bristol Road in the 810 and the price is right. It’s not uncommon to pick up an ounce of flower for 60-80 bucks (if the time is right). With prices like that, I will never not go there. They have the upper tier shit too, but I’m happy with what works. The place is easy on a starving wallet, so everyone wins. I dig this strain by the way. Speaking of Royal Highness, I would like to again send out my condolences to the Royal Family in England. The Queen’s passing was a worldwide event that should be honored. The world has never known a more peaceful existence under their guidance, even if it takes a special set of eyes to see that sometimes. Illumination takes time. I am not immune. God Save The Queen! The war is over, the old sentiments must pass on, the future is forward, and the time is now.

Signing Off,

Mike Shepard

Editor/Stoner

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