Be kind, rewind…
Shame on Classix MixTape for pulling on our childhood, nostalgia-plagued heartstrings. A bud so chill it goes as far back as a Camaro car seat? Or as fresh as a pair of worn Chucks and as hardcore as a Public Enemy track? Is this a hemp based time machine you speak of? Say it ain’t so…
…And through those Classix MixTape flower clouds you can see all sorts of ghosts from canna past: There is old “Nickel-Bag” Jeff who hung out in the back of the Carvel. Always willing to hook you up on that small town credit system—And look! Over there is our old friend Overalls Debbie. You called her that because she always wore overalls and she always had a glass pipe sticking out of her front pocket and one Summer youfollowed Phish on tour and fell in love with backpackers named Haggerty and Leif.
—and who is that behind overalls, Debbie? Why it’s the abandoned sawmill you dropped acid in during your senior year and professed your undying loyalty to the concept of love without judgement, togetherness, and an everlasting and unifying planetary bliss. But you still had college in the Fall, and later gained employment for a soulless company that offers on sight dry cleaning… and then you slowly started joining social media sites and purchased a Fitbit… and day by day you forgot what true contentment looks like.
So you seek out a flower like Classix MixTape and reach for it like you are that kid with the backwards blue hat who reached for the Sunny Delight in that commercial from 1991. That is to say, with a zest for life.
