Sometimes at night, do you need to sit down and calmly process the events of the day? Ordinarily we can deal with new facts as they come in, but on occasion we get hit by so much weirdness at once that we need time to adjust. Like if your friend comes visiting with a monkey in the car, and in the confusion the animal scampers out and flees into the next yard, and the last you see of your friend is him chasing his monkey down the street.
How do you deal with that?
Myself, I prefer a little espresso and a bud of Chemdawg, a famous hybrid strain strong enough to knock my thinking sideways so I can approach new data with minimal panic.
The high comes on fast, thankfully. Part of the appeal here is precisely that the Indica side of this hybrid will calm you down and chill you out, while the more cerebral Sativa sparks an inventive thought-storm that allows you to consider your options in a more creative way. You may be nicely stoned, in other words, but you’re also calm and productive.
At this point you may find yourself puttering about the house, putting things in order, sifting through your evening, reviewing your bad decisions, allowing upsetting information to settle without drama. Agitation banished, you can review why you stuck your head in the car in the first place. But who wouldn’t want a closer look? It was a freaking monkey in your driveway – at least until you opened the car door. Now it’s a freaking monkey in your neighborhood.
Not to worry. Pipe in hand, you can finally relax and inhale deeply. That smell? Yes, it’s the Chemdawg, a strain that tends to announce itself with a sharp rap on your nose in the form of a tangy fuel odor (the “chem” part). Its origin is shrouded in mystery, lost in tales from marijuana’s outlaw past: somewhere along the way perhaps a Grateful Dead concert is involved, and rare seeds are accidentally found after an innocent exchange; in any case, it winds up as a horticultural success story.
Not all stories end happily, of course, and Chemdawg is a perfect strain for dealing with life’s vicissitudes. This includes even your friend’s emotional state when he finally returns, all scratched up, with a snarling chimp in his arms. He might be upset, but you hold up a hand. “Chill, dude,” you will say, sparking up a bowl of Chemdawg and passing it to the monkey. “You just need a hit of this. It’s all good.”
