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Vegas, baby. Here we come. My first real trip. My first time west of the Mississippi—well, technically not true. I think my mom took me to St. Louis once when I was a kid,but this… this was different. This was freedom. The bags were packed, the nerves tucked somewhere deep under the excitement.The weed was in my bag, the ecstasy was with Andy (which I’d never tried—until t …

Entering that bunker, walking down those stairs… man.Looking back now—it was fucking crazy. Spoiler alert: this won’t be the last time I do some crazy-ass shit. The steps were steep and short, cut into a slant that dropped into near-total darkness. The air shifted—cooler, heavier, soaked in the scent of old wood, mothballs, and whatever lives in forgotten basements. You kn …

Man, man, oh man—where do I even begin? It’s been... checks calendar... two weeks? Shit. So much for that “I’m doing my best to keep up with this weekly blog” talk. (Picture me rolling my eyes at myself.) But here I am. No excuses. It’s late. Everyone’s asleep. The house is quiet in that sacred, soft kind of way, and I told myself, “Eric, just write …

Now that you know the basics about me, Eric Welch, it’s time to dive a bit deeper. So, let’s go back to where my journey with cannabis—well, weed as we called it—really began. We had a million names for it: dro, fire, crunchy, triple grade A, the list goes on. I could probably fill this whole blog with the lingo alone.You already know I bounced around between homes, what some might label a “b …