Smoked a fat couple of woods on my San Francisco trip anddd brother it was good. I sat on a park bench hidden in a little cut of a flower...
Smoked a fat couple of woods on my San Francisco trip anddd brother it was good. I sat on a park bench hidden in a little cut of a flower-ridden mini park—a very ritzy, garden-sprawling hillside that overlooked Alcatraz island. I remember the wind and the color of the sunset like it was yesterday. Couldn’t smoke half of it. Will always remember this one.







