Worship a guzzling you lung-haired brazenance, welcome to the blind-bye-packed guest.

The weather here in Limerick is absolutely gorgeous.

It's the type of weather you take for granted in Spain.

It's perfectly still, the sun is out.

It's warm enough for a tea-sharp but not so warm that you want to escape the heat.

And there's a gentle, cold breeze that feels like God coughing in your face.

What I like to do, and these type of evenings.

I always go for a walk on these evenings.

Usually, a mind for a walk when I'm fully present in the moment, and I incorporate elements

of meditation into my evening walk.

But then other times, I may or may not enjoy smoking a little bit of baldy on my evening

walk.

A little bit of pop-john pause, and last week, I may or may not have accidentally had a

little bit too much on my evening walk.

For legal purposes, the following story is completely fictional.

It definitely did not happen to me last week in Limerick.

And I eagerly await when cannabis becomes legal in this country, like it is in parts of

America or Canada.

I like to know doing in Germany, so I'll continue with the fictional story that didn't happen.

So it was the most beautiful summer evening last week.

About 8 o'clock in the evening, where the sunlight is almost pink and it casts long deep

shadows and the sky is still blue.

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