I decided to take some time off from blazing recently. It's been a little over two months now. I only smoke blunts (swisher sweet) and was up to a pack a day, so I felt it was long overdue.
  1. Dreams got vivid when I stopped smoking pot. Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot.
    That's actually a lyric from Earl Sweatshirt's "Sunday", but it's true. Since I've stopped I'm remembering my dreams a lot more. It's even gotten to the point that I'll be in a dream and realize that I'm in the dream, and start controlling what's happening. It's even gotten to the point where I'll wake up from a dream that I smoked in and convinced myself that I'd actually smoked.
  2. I left my studio
    The week before the new year I decided I'd take on the freelance life full time. My whole reasoning for moving to New York was to expand my photography from product shots, and more fashion/portraits/street style. Unfortunately, I got stuck in the same bubble when I got here because it was an easy/consistent check that I could rely on, and I didn't have the drive to push myself. Sad to say the freelancing hasn't been as lucrative as I'd hoped, and I may end up going back to California soon.
  3. I've lost some friends
    I've come to find out people don't like it when you call them out on their clearly racists remarks. Now that I've been a bit more clear minded I've found less patience for their BS.