Yesterday I spent 6+ hours in the back yard cleaning up. It was fucking glorious. I super hate the whole #blessed thing. It's over used AF, but yesterday I was truely feeling it.
But, I'm also feeling my privilege hard. I'm am lucky as all hell that I live in a nice neighborhood and have a backyard. There is so much crazy shit going on and I get to smoke pot and focus on yardwork.
Idk the point of this. Just that I acknowledge it, I guess. I was just having a bowl and standing under the moon, being thankful. Not everyone can stand in their yard in the middle of the night in a house coat.













