They've always told me I'm a chip off the old block. My whole family is peyote so I guess I see the resemblance. Smoking my hand rolled and this shit never gets old. I put smoke in the sky in it turns colors in tenfold. Free entertainment in the air for the night. Couple more drags and I'll be feeling all right. Nothing compares to the dry air in the valley. You have to find me for real not just in some back alley. Good luck hunting my boy! Those who fin deserve to enjoy.