Today, I'm going to let you in on a few aspects of my life, more specifically, the first time I tried DIY.

It started on a rainy day, typical of New Jerseys shitty weather, like God blessing the walkway to my front door, the clouds parted, the sun peaked, and there stood, a burly man in an off brown uniform holding the holy grail of packages. "MY DIY SHIT IS HERE" I yelled to myself.

Out of sheer excitement I ran outside and met the surprised man with my now soaking socks and snatched my precious belongings out of his hand bidding him a good day and galloped myself up to my room.

Gloves, check, clean desk, check, extremely dull knife to cut open this beautiful package, you bet your sweet ass.

I pried open the contents of a life changing event, slapped those gloves on and went to town.

Now here's where things get a little fuzzy, in the midst of my incoherent gasps of excitement some how I made the most disgusting concoction known to man, but God dammit, I didn't care, I made it, it was mine, and I loved that nasty fucker.

I vaped that whore until my cotton was begging for more sustenance, I vaped until I thought I was going to vomit from the over seasoning of dragon fruit, limes, and cucumbers, I vaped until my lungs became one with the juice. Then, I vaped some more.

The moral of the story here is that when you create something, you own it, and although my creation was a total fail, I loved every fucking second of it, and since that overcast day, DIY has utterly changed my life for the better.