Rig broke. Apple: drafted into service.

"These ain't hitting" | 45 minutes later | 🚀

Sat down to smoke. Lighter: gone. Physics: broken.

The moment a chill hangout turns into everyone in the group confidently explaining an increasingly unhinged conspiracy theory to each other.

Standing at the dispensary counter completely frozen, unable to pick between 40 strains that all sound made up, while the line behind you grows.

The sudden, urgent, life-or-death need for snacks that hits out of nowhere, followed by eating something completely random and questionable at 2am.

Rig broke. Apple: drafted into service.

"These ain't hitting" | 45 minutes later | 🚀

Sat down to smoke. Lighter: gone. Physics: broken.

The moment a chill hangout turns into everyone in the group confidently explaining an increasingly unhinged conspiracy theory to each other.