this morning #420.

this morning, if he was going to get through a full round of golf without losing his temper, he’d have to break out his stash of weed gummies & pop a few as soon as he got to the clubhouse. what had started as a relaxing saturday morning routine with the boys had, over time, grown into an act in anger, as he obsessed over his failures on the links. the intense amount of forethought that went into each shot shot his level of anxiety straight into a sand trap. there was a straight line to his high school days, when he would smoke a joint in his honda before each & every soccer game just to relax. what diverged from that line was that he was now a grown ass man who was freaking out about sports.