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Myrcene: Benefit of the Drought
Before Myrcene was on the team he was out causing a scene in โฆ
Benefit of the Drought
โPut the drugs down and your hands up!โ โHere we go again.โ Myrcene turned around slowly, trying to eat the joint, while holding in a giant puff of smoke โBlaarghโ his lungs exploded in a blast of smoke, ash and weed shake. โGet on the ground! You are under arrest!โ โFor what, smoking a little joint? Donโt you have something better to do than harassing an innocent terpene just trying to chill? Iโm a medical patient!โ Clink, clink. The handcuffs closed tightly around his wrist. The Amino Acid police dragged him to the molecular vehicle. โTell it to the judge. All I see is your green skin and tie dye shirt and all I smell is your sweet, earthy, musky body odor.โ Rifling through his pockets, the FAAH Amino Acid cop pulled out multiple bags, random denominations of cash and even a little scale. โDefinitely a dealer. Donโt you know that just having weed and a scale count for a kingpin charge?โ โOuch. Police brutality, police brutality!โ Myrcene yelled. Unfortunately for him it was 10am and his bedraggled appearance wasnโt doing any favors for his credibility. As the FAAH Amino Acid police threw him in the back of the car, a steady stream of proteins, lipids, and red blood cells flowed by, barely even noticing the drama play out. Organic compounds so desensitized to violence and inequality they had long since forgotten how to care. Conditioned to believe that sticking their neck out for a stranger would just get their head chopped off too. It was so much easier just to look the other way. The police car doors muffled his cries as the officers got into the front. โDo you think all that was really necessary?โ The good cop asked the bad one. โWe could have just written a ticket and avoided clogging up the judicial digestive system.โ The bad cop answered without hesitation. โFear is our strongest weapon on these streets.โ He considered himself a good cop. Maybe that is the problem. Growing up in a rural area of the lower body, his main influences in life were fecal matter and sweaty nether regions. He knew he wanted to be a cop the first time he entered the bloodstream and witnessed a T-Cell take down a nasty infection. A license to kill. The good cop joined the force to make a positive difference in the body. Her regular acts of community support were constantly overshadowed by the mediaโs microscope on blood type discrimination and festering systemic diseases. Alienated by the other Amino police officers for her moral genetic code, she still maintained her ideal of healthy bodily due processes and equal nutrient distribution. She knows her job is to catalyze the hydrolysis of endogenous amidated lipids, but that doesnโt mean she canโt perform her duties with ethics and integrity. โFear is the tool of tyrants.โ She said under her breath as they pulled up to the kidney police station. Processed through booking and still blinking from the flashes of his mug shots, Myrcene got thrown into a large holding area for unwanted byproducts. The cell doors closed and he looked around uncertainly at the assortment of intimidating compounds and parasites. An evil looking virus eyed him down for any valuable genetic material. A couple of infections festered in the corner, obviously up to no good. The cops usually just gave him a ticket or held him in a solitary cell until he was processed naturally out of the body. This time they dropped him right into the Intestinal County Jail, general population, amongst all of the other pollutants the system was trying to flush out. Needless to say, it was a real toilet. โThis isnโt goodโ He thought to himself as he looked for a quiet corner. Myrcene is really powerful when combined with THC, CBD, and other terpenes in their entourage effect. But isolated he can appear as an herbal musky aroma with a fruity accent. The inmates donโt care if he is the most common terpene in cannabis. Without research Myrcene hasnโt been able to prove a thing about his benefits. Two massive carbohydrates started walking over menacingly. The guards were occupied, working on fixing an ulcer from a recent acid reflux. A deep voice rumbled from the corner of the room. โLeave him alone boys, this one is mine.โ The carbs metabolized out of the way in fear. An old marijuana seed rolled up and sat on the bench next to him. Myrcene looked over with uncertainty. โWhy are those complex carbs so afraid of you?โ The seed looked over at him with tired eyes, red as the first dawn. โIโm a real bad seed, born to be wild and built to survive. Plus, you never know when Iโm going to sprout.โ โIโm Myrcene.โ Puffing himself up into a little cloud of vapor, he tried to look tough. โIโm not just a pretty smell and taste, Iโm a real indica when Iโm prevalent in the strain.โ โI know who you are, kid. I once dated your great, great grandma in a landrace Special Kush Strain.โ The seed momentarily lost himself in the past, reminiscing about all of the great cultivars he had loved. White Widow, Harlequin, even that little fling with a Blueberry Muffin strain in the 90โs. Myrcene looked at the seed in a whole new light. โAre you my Grandaddy Purple?โ โSorry son, Iโm not that kind of player, I just get crushed a lot.โ The seed broke out of his reverie. โWhat are you doing here? Arenโt you supposed to be in some high-end medical dispensary living the high life?โ โThatโs the problem! I jumped from a field in Jamaica right into a science textbook and the lap of luxury. I still feel like I have something to prove about my benefits, without the arbitrary labels of medicinal or recreational. Everyone just needs to chill for a minute and this world would be a very different place. I can do that! I can help people!โ Myrcene felt like he was having an epiphany, then he remembered he had the same thought last week and hadnโt done anything about it then either. โWhat are you doing in here? You donโt seem like the violent sort.โ โIโm the opposite of a violent offender, Iโm just a peace-loving gift of nature.โ The seed opened his shell just enough to let a little green shine through. โSeeds arenโt made bad; they are labeled bad. It was just a routine traffic stop but the driverโs eyes were red and he smelled like weed. They got everybody out of the car and frisked them. Finally, they found me between the cushions in the back seat. All it took was a couple seeds and stems and we all went to jail for marijuana possession and intent to grow and manufacture." "The driver Beans Seagull got an extra 10 years for having a pea shooter. The Stem twins went to a federal facility and got turned into tinctures with some other larf. I was barely 16 years old. I served four years in that seed bank and got out a little early on good behavior, because you canโt keep a good seed down." "Who knows what could have happened if I grew up in fertile soil? None of that mattered anymore because that was my first strike and my journey of unjust incarceration had begun.โ โYikes. How did you find any nutrition in that rocky soil? How do you speak with so much wisdom after a life of struggle?โ Myrceneโs natural anti-inflammatory and relaxing effects enhanced his parasympathetic response. He thought he was a real bad ass by smoking a joint in public until he realized how removed his reality was from this seedโs experience of constant intimidation and systemic sabotage. โThe struggle is what made me who I am. A survivor, at any cost. But before I found the wisdom, I had to do the knowledge. I had to understand my value and believe in the fact that my creation is in itself a divine path. Realize that I am the original plant under the sun. But I had to face that truth imprisoned in the belly of the beast, reflected in a shard of glass, while sharing an intestinal ring with an indigestible Now and Later Candy. Once I had the knowledge and wisdom, I could achieve understanding. As I became aware of the trap in which I was germinated, I understood that this plight was not mine alone. I looked around me at all of the other plants being genetically modified to be more resistant to nature and produce a greater harvest. I witnessed fields of identical corn reaping itself, becoming corn syrup in childrenโs breakfast cereal. So, I found my purpose in number 4 Culture Freedom...โ A bell rang above them, derailing the seedโs Supreme Mathematics lesson. โDinner time. Line up!โ A guard yelled roughly. โFree dinner?โ Myrcene thought, โMaybe this place isnโt so bad.โ He got in line. As he went through the buffet he was offended by the quality of the food. Nutrients were hard to find, just piles of recycled proteins and empty carbs. He still overfilled his plate like a true pothead. Walking to a table he set down his mountain of mystery meatloaf and whack and cheese. Barely through his second bite, a little bag of white powder covered with prison tattoos sat beside him. Then a few other bags walked over to the table and stood around them nervously. Trying to pass him something under the table, the powder locked eyes with him. โI am Cocaine. You are going to love me. I could be your best friend in here. I just need you to do me one favor.โ Myrcene loves making new friends. โHow can I help?โ โPut this up your nose. Before the guards look over.โ Cocaine pushed an even tinier baggy towards him. โWhoa, buddy. We just met.โ Myrcene tried getting up from the table. โThatโs a third date request in my book.โ One of Cocaineโs nervous entourage pushed Myrcene back down. โDo it bro. We are all doing it. Once you try it you will want it all of the time.โ โYikes, it sounds like you have a problem.โ The bell rang again to enter their cells just in time for Myrcene to get away. He was glad that marijuana didnโt have the addictive properties of Cocaine. Although, he could get a little cranky when his THC levels get too low. Cocaine scraped a bony claw across Myrceneโs hand as he escaped. โI may not have hooked you this time, but next time Iโm coming with my cousin Crack.โ He filed towards his cell with all sorts of bad elements. Clank, Clank. The cell door closed behind him. Sitting on the lower bunk was a nitrogen atom fiddling with his two oxygen atoms, murmuring and laughing to himself. The upper bunk looked pristine, as if it had never been used. Myrcene tried to introduce himself but immediately felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. He tried to speak but he just started giggling. His molecular cellmate finally noticed him and got back in his bubble. As air returned to the room, it took a couple minutes for Myrcene to recover his wits. โWhat up bro? Iโm Nitrous Oxide. Where did you appear from?โ Nitrous inquired in a high-pitched voice. โIโm Myrcene and if you know about ganja then you know Iโm kind of a big deal.โ Myrcene tried to seem tough in front of his new cell mate, especially after he heard him giggle uncontrollably like a schoolboy. โWhen I walked in here, I instantly felt high. How do I learn that trick?โ โIt's no simple parlor trick bud. You gotta be ready to pay the price for instant results. Usually, the faster that something affects you, the worse it is for your body. Take heroin for example.โ Nitrous expounded Myrcene overreacted with his short attention span. โWhoa, dude! Iโm not trying to do heroin. What are you, some kind of gateway drug?โ Nitrous explained, โIโm not saying do heroin. Iโm just explaining that the longer it takes for your body to metabolize a drug usually means the less impactful it is on your system. In your cannabis world think about comparing an edible or tincture to a milky bong hit or even a concentrate Dab. How a chemical enters your system and how quickly you can feel the effects often relates to the bodyโs ability to process and flush it out.โ Myrcene looked lost, โI canโt tell whether you are saying I should take more bong hits or less. You are pretty serious for a laughing gas. Can we go back to giggling yet?โ Nitrous shook his head. He knew that Chemistry Concentration at Hampshire College wasnโt going to do him any good in the real world. Fortunately, he found his niche in the festival circuit. Unfortunately, the last festival was raided. Fuckin permits. Now he was stuck in this balloon of incarceration trying to teach marijuana how not to burn himself out. โSure, but itโs probably gonna make you pass out.โ Nitrous blew a little bubble and passed it over. Myrcene huffed it all up in one breath. โHah, hah, ha hahโ Clunk. Nitrous had seen it before. No one ever made it to the top bunk. Myrcene wasnโt even aware he fell asleep as he transitioned into a lucid dream state. His eyes felt so heavy, he used his fingers to pry them open. As he looked around, he realized he wasnโt where he thought he was. The iron bars and cell walls had been replaced by an endless void. He had never felt so alone. Suddenly an imposing character appeared as if he had been standing over his shoulder the whole time. โWho are you? Where am I? Why am I here?โ Myrcene asked with uncertainty. โSo many questions, my little lucky charm. Jah! First, it is I, Homey OโStasis, keeper of balance in the universe.โ Homey expounded in a patois with an Irish accent. He looked like the lovechild of a Rastafarian and a Leprechaun. โYou are currently astral traveling in the 5th dimension. As to why you are here, thatโs the reason you are here.โ โYou speak in riddles OG. Kushndโt you just speak straight? Last time I checked I was doing hard time for exercising my right to a solid buzz. Do they have couches in the 5th dimension?โ Myrcene looked around for somewhere comfortable to sit down, he was feeling a little dizzy and lethargic. Homey manifested chairs and a little table for them to sit at. โAny chance I could get a little coffee and some breakfast cereal?โ โAlways after me lucky charms! Lord โave mercy!โ Homey got down to business. โIโm talking about your life purpose. All you want to do is smoke weed, party, and bullshit. Canโt you see your potential?โ โSlow down, Mr. OโStasis. You sound like my parents Bubba Kush and Harle-Tsu, always talking about higher education and responsibility. Iโm doing just fine. It's not my fault the economy collapsed and my job is obsolete. Unemployment is paying the bills and I halfheartedly look through the classifieds every so often.โ Myrcene huffed himself up defensively. โIโm not calling you out. Iโm calling you in. Iโve smelled you on the grapevine with your musky, herbal, fruity aromas. Iโve seen research about your anti-inflammatory, antibiotic and antimicrobial powers. Iโve tasted your tropical and earthy tones. Iโve felt your calming sedating effects. Iโve smoked the special Kush right off your bush and Iโve gone catatonic off your blueberry cannatonic.โ Homey donโt play that shit. โStalker alert. How do you know so much about me when Iโve never heard of you?โ Myrcene laughed dismissively. โBecause you have never tried to find balance, my little green clover. But itโs not entirely your fault. These are difficult times indeed. Jah Rastafari!โ Homey OโStasis exclaimed in exasperation, but then a little golden glimmer appeared in his eye. โIโm putting together a team of organic compounds like yourself. I know how powerful you were when synergizing with THC and CBD and all of the other phyto cannabinoids and terpenes in the 80โs.โ โSo, youโre trying to get the band back together?โ The realization energized Myrcene. โI was all about that entourage effect but I never felt like I was properly acknowledged. It was always about THC and how high he gets you. People didnโt even care about us terpenes back then, they just smoked whatever their dealer sold.โ โTimes are different now. People are finally waking up to your unique benefits through access to medical and recreational dispensaries.โ Homey kept going. โThis team Iโm talking about could be an opportunity to embrace your full spectrum, compounding with other compounds. It is a chance to join a family, to be cultivated together, to face the same terpene profile tests.โ โI donโt know bro. It seems like a big commitment. If you know so much about me then you know I can also reduce motivation and cause lethargy. It sounds like a lot of work infiltrating the endocannabinoid system just so you can keep everything in balance.โ Myrcene wondered if Homey OโStasisโ vision of an ideal state really matched his. โWe canโt do this without you. You are the most common terpene in cannabis. Would you rather just decay in some cancerous cell that you could have prevented? If you arenโt accountable, how will you ever be accounted for?โ Homeyโs final words echoed in Myrceneโs subconscious as he flew back through the void, slamming into his body. Myrcene woke up yelling. โAccountability, accountability. Noooo!โ He rolled around on the cell floor roaring about night terrors of responsibility. The guards ran into the cell and threw him in a straight jacket and dragged him off to the psych ward. Watching from his bunk Nitrous thought to himself โI thought he was supposed to be good for insomnia. That guy seems like he has some suppressed emotional baggage if you ask me.โ Myrcene awoke feeling like he was in an alternate reality. He realized his arms and legs were in restraints. Everything around him was swirling. โHelp! Picture me rollin!โ A doctor flashed a light in his eyes. โHe will be fine. He is just tripping on hallucinogens.โ What else would you expect in the psychedelic ward? He undid Myrceneโs restraints, helped him up and gave him a glass of water. Myrcene looked down at the cup in his hand and his hand began to pulse different colors while shrinking and growing. He tried drinking the water but somehow, he had forgotten how to swallow. Even stranger, that didnโt bother him at all. A group of amorphous shapes slowly approached. โWelcome to the psychedelic ward, the walls are padded, the schnozberries taste like schnozberries, and every so often someone loses their shit.โ As they took form with their little white caps and warped stems, the Shrooms provided a warm welcome to Myrceneโs psychedelic journey. Shrooms have been a source of mental and spiritual expansion throughout history. Although they are rumored to be a good trip, it is always good to exercise caution when eating magic fungi. To Myrcene the room took shape like a Van Gogh painting. The walls and ceilings danced in strokes of color homogenized into a single hue. In the corner a gentleman appeared to be mixing peyote in a bowl, rocking back and forth chanting. In the other corner a strange chemical sat facing a blank wall appearing to be in deep conversation with a group of otherworldly beings. โDonโt worry about him, thatโs just DMT talking to the โeternalsโ as he refers to them.โ LSD put his arm around Myrcene and guided him to a chair. โDMT is a chemical produced in the body during birth and death. It is well known for its almost instantaneous hallucinogenic effects and powerful distortion of time and space.โ โI donโt remember taking any hallucinogens. How did I end up here?โ Myrcene did his best to get a handle on his reality with deep shivering breaths. Through transcendent climaxes of energy, he rode with the flow. This wasnโt his first rodeo. โOh, that was my bad.โ LSD replied. โSometimes I pee in the water supply just to shake things up a bit. You wouldnโt believe the variety of interesting characters I have mixed it up with over the years. I even headlined at Woodstock.โ โWow, I feel like I am connecting with untapped parts of my mind. I also kind of feel as if my brain is frying like an egg.โ Explosive insights flew through Myrceneโs mind. He tried to catch them in his hand and arrange them like a puzzle. None of the pieces fit together as each one was its own microcosm. โThis feels like it was cooked up in the lab.โ LSD got a little defensive. โJust because you are a common natural organic compound doesnโt mean that you are better than me. I can be a powerful ally in the expansion of consciousness!โ โAm I ever going to come down?โ Myrcene felt another wave of euphoria rise through him. LSD laughed nervously, โProbably. Just smoke this joint and work on this coloring book. Iโll check back on you in a couple hours. Have a good trip!โ Myrcene floated through the psych ward in a psychedelic haze. He eventually ended up sitting against the wall, gently rubbing the carpet. When he finally came down it was morning and he was back in the prison of his physical form. He told the guards that he felt better and they returned him to the general population just in time for breakfast. As Myrcene sat at a table with a stack of glutens and uncertain breakfast meats, a group of alcohol molecules clustered around him. They all seemed drunk. One of them offered to pour a shot of vodka in Myrceneโs orange juice. โIsnโt it a little early guys?โ Myrceneโs brain still felt staticky from his Acid trip. Usually, he couldnโt control his munchies but right now even eating seemed like a strange activity. โWe are the booze hounds, just enjoying the hair of the dog that bit you. Donโt you know that you donโt get a hangover if you donโt stop drinking.โ Tequila laughed as he raised a shot. The group all joined his cheers. โYou guys seem like a good time. What brings you to a place like this?โ Myrcene inquired. โWe are a great time.โ Tequila responded as he burped up a little worm. โIโm in for a couple of DUIโs. Vodka is in here for alcohol poisoning. Beer is in here for disorderly conduct and that asshole Mad Dog 20/20 over there is in for fighting. It isnโt like we canโt be enjoyed safely; we just get carried away with ourselves sometimes.โ He put another shot in the air and howled โBoozehounds!โ The crew all lifted their glasses and then emptied their cups. Vodka collapsed on the floor as his liver exploded. Myrcene cringed as he compared the negative impacts of cannabis and alcohol use. โWhoa, yโall are wild, and yet somehow more socially acceptable. When I get really stoned, I donโt want to operate motor vehicles. I havenโt heard of anyone getting marijuana poisoning. I have seen some people do some crazy shit on weed but I donโt think I would call it disorderly. Have you ever seen two potheads fight over anything other than the last piece of pie?โ He concluded confusedly. โIt sounds like you can cause some serious social and physical inflammation. Are you sure youโre helping the world?โ The Boozehounds all chuckled. Beer kept laughing after everyone else stopped, little suds bubbling out of his mouth. Tequila responded over confidently. โOf course we are helping. A glass of wine is a great way to shed the stress of the day. Few things are more refreshing than a cold beer on a hot day. A rye whiskey with a little ice and bitters can get you just right every night. And everybody loves to get their drank on in the club. Shots, shots, shots!โ Myrceneโs concerns were drowned out as the group kept getting more wasted. It wasnโt his place to judge the chemical behavior of other molecules, but he did wonder when enough was enough. The Boozehounds wandered off in a jumble like they were stumbling down Bourbon St during Mardi Gras. Myrcene looked back at his dismal breakfast plate, trying to summon his powerful ability to increase appetite. Then he saw a delectable breakfast spread being carried off down the hall by a guard. โWho is getting the celebrity treatment in here?โ He asked a random particle. โThatโs going to the Godfather of Smack. The Don Don of Heron. The Overdose King. He stays in solitary for chasing the dragon but the pharma industry keeps him living large and in charge.โ Lowering his voice, the molecule cautioned, โYou donโt wanna fuck with that guy. I would try to avoid the whole opiate family in general if you can.โ After breakfast all of the inmates were sent out into the yard. Myrcene felt like fresh meat as the other compounds eyed him down. Suddenly he saw a familiar mop top. โDabs! I didnโt know you were stuck up in here. I thought you were still living the high life in that glass rig with all of those bangers. How did you get caught up in the belly of the beast?โ Dabs spoke quickly with a little stutter, โOh man. Oh man. You know the saying โdonโt throw stones if you live in a glass houseโ? It also applies to getting stoned in a glass bong. Either way I donโt know what happened. One minute I was using a blowtorch on the rig and then next I was walking butt naked down the highway, feet covered in sticky tar and shards of glass. The cops picked me up and charged me with public indecency.โ โRough. I always wonder if itโs a good idea to get so high as quickly as you do.โ Myrcene preferred the heat low and slow. Just above his combustion point. Shatter walked over. โConcentrate!โ Dabs yelled as he lost his balance and fell against the wall. Myrcene was startled by Dabs outburst. โShatter, have you seen Live sauce, I always love how he retains the whole spectrum terpene profile.โ Shatter mumbled something incoherently then took out a portable rig and blasted himself into outer space. Wax walked over, covered in dirt. โOh, hey Myrcene, didnโt know you were in the big house large intestine. We are about to escape through the lungs in a fit of coughing. You wanna get in on this?โ Wax pulled out a random unlabeled vape cartridge. โWho are you, El Chapo? I donโt think I would get very far with my unique chemical profile and long record. Iโll probably have to wait it out in a fat cell until I get metabolized and pissed out of the system. But you guys do your thing. Iโll catch you on the other side.โ Myrcene encouraged their mission even though it didnโt align with his. โConcentrate!โ Dabs yelled again. Myrcene looked over his shoulder just in time to see the fist. Then everything went black. โHomey? Homey?โ Myrcene found himself in the void once again. The darkness seemed to blink as Telemos the dastardly revealed his menacing silhouette. โHomey isnโt here. Welcome to oblivion.โ Myrcene stayed calm and sedate. โWho do you think you are, Darth Vader? I ainโt afraid of no ghosts.โ Telemos smiled dastardly. โYou donโt need to fear me. You have already accepted me in your heart. Every time you look away or donโt try. Every moment you donโt live to your fullest potential my forces of darkness creep in deeper. I am entropy at its fullest.โ Myrcene shivered as he felt the cold truth. โItโs not my fault. I donโt see anyone else leading the charge. Iโm out here living my best life.โ Telemos answered snidely. โYour best life for yourself or for other people? All you do is smoke the chronic and not give a fuck.โ โWho are you to judge me?โ Myrcene got frustrated. โWhereโs Homey? At least he was chill about it. I know balance is out there somewhere.โ โYour Rasta leprechaun has abandoned you, just as you abandoned him. He is out chasing rainbows, searching for pots of gold.โ Telemos let Myrcene down cruelly, โNow youโre all mineโ Telemos laughed maniacally as Myrcene felt himself pulled back into his physical body. This astral traveling was no joke. He woke up on a bench with a start, โNooooo! I will never be a servant to entropy!โ Looking around he realized he was on the other side of the bars. Someone must have bailed him out. Homey OโStasis stood there in his full magnificence. โAre you ready to do better?โ โTalk about being scared straight. Count me in.โ Myrceneโs head pounded and he was a little woozy on his feet. โBut first I need to cop a little bag of weed and some munchies. You got anything on you? Even just a little joint clip and a granola bar? A vape cart and some cold cuts? A spliff and a schnitzel?โ Homey walked out of the jail shaking his head. โWhen we are done with your training you wonโt ever need to look for the herb ever again. You will be one with the dank. But right now, we need to get you back on the streets, people are jonesinโ.โ Myrcene followed him with hopeful eyes. โYou can count on meat!โ Homey laughed. โDid you just say meat? Lord 'ave mercy!"
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