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I’m not gonna do it. It’s too easy and I don’t always have to go for the low hanging fruit. I could though. Like so many others, I could be obvious and conjure a classic line from the unholy legion of movie quotes that occupy my screen-addled brain, replacing reason and sensibility with lines from a straight-to-DVD Hellraiser movie or a Strongbad email. But I won’t. I’m not going to reference a certain beloved, neo-noir dramedy about a stoner who loves bowling and drinks White Russians. I’m showing self-restraint and not indulging. Indulgences are good for the soul but can become a habit if you let them. For instance, an indulgence I try to avoid is the often frowned-upon Wake & Bake. While I certainly don’t judge anyone for whom the morning smoke is a regular thing, it’s just not my style. This is due only to how much I enjoy it; I know it would quickly become a habit. For most strains I enjoy on a regular basis, the Wake & Bake cancels all morning plans and is a serious threat to my afternoon as well. Enter White Russian, which could be a stage direction in literally any Chekhov play, a sativa-dominant hybrid of White Widow and AK-47 (get it?), and well-known for its high potency. It was with this that, upon awaking one fine day to once again wallow in the agonizingly slow heat death of the universe, I stood, as if in defiance against this cosmic decay and, to the rising of the pitiless dawn itself, declared: “Oh, screw it. I’m having a Wake & Bake.” Fast forward an hour or two, when my wife and I went out to accomplish our tedious grown-up tasks, I felt a lingering calm that carried me through our trek into the wasteland. What starts with a slow, calming high becomes a surprisingly long-lasting relaxation which left me both uplifted and energetic and got me wondering if sometimes an indulgence may in fact be a good habit in disguise. And if you disagree, well that’s just, like, your opinion, man… Ah, damn it.