April 20, 2022

high y'all

Today is New York’s First Decriminalized 4/20 Holiday! I’m feeling so good today. What I always love about April 20th is the lawless intention behind it. It’s incredible that a plant can be radical and can galvanize millions of people to say fuck the system. Can you tell that I’m high right now? 

I was going to share an essayette that I’ve been working on about belonging to Blackness and how if you’re not careful you’ll think that has a singular meaning. I am still writing that story but it’s kind of heavy and I really wanted to mellow out today (smoke-a-ton-do-a-lil). Plus this day is sentimental for me and my early days excitement for weed and weed culture.

Now that weed has been somewhat legalized I can relish in the joy of my agency. I still feel at odds with the carceral reality that many people have not been released, exonerated and paid for their sacrifice as a result of war-on-drug policies.

Life is wrought with complications at so many intersections, and it’s valuable for me to recognize expansiveness in these moments of tension between our individual realities and the realities of our culture. 

So, yeah, despite my concerns about these 4/20 missives being incoherent because I am gradually getting higher as I write this, my biggest concern is that it’s not enough.  But, enough for who? Today is about engaging in enacting new freedoms anyway and taking a break from the discourse.

I’m choosing joy, relaxation, holding space for multiple truths, even if they’re at odds with one another. And I’m honoring my agency, because it is precious.

Gonna indulge in the Chronic, while listening to Chronixx, during the age of legal weed and the era of chronic cough. Happy 4/20!