Out here on the jagged edge of existence, where the years pile up like empty whiskey bottles, music slinks in like a shaman, offering a primal, pulsating remedy for the wear and tear of time. This ain’t just about crooning to some dusty vinyl or strumming a guitar in a...

• aging
• dancing
• dj
• edm
• festival
• healthcare
• house music
• memory
• music

In a haze of cigarette smoke and existential hunger, I tore through the Southeast like a bat out of hell, chasing the ghost of the perfect craft cocktail. From the garish neon swamps of Miami’s nightclubs to the sawdust-floored dives of Asheville, I guzzled my way through a parade of...

• bartender
• cocktail
• mixologist
• nightlife
• speakeasy

In this frantic whirlwind of modern life, where coffee is slung out of drive through windows like cheap fried food, there’s a joint in Chattanooga that’ll jolt your soul awake.  ATMOSPHERE, a divergent take on a coffeeshop, ain’t just serving caffeinated brews, it’s a wild ride through flavor and vibe. ...

Slip through the shadows and whisper the secret words, for speakeasies are where the night turns electric. From their outlaw roots to their modern, mind-bending rebirth, these hidden dens are more than bars; they’re a wild ride into the unknown. Here’s everything you need to know about speakeasys, from their...

We find ourselves in the sweltering heat of another July.  As the nation prepares to stuff its face with charred meat and blow shit up in the name of freedom, it’s high time we addressed the elephant in the room, or rather, the blundering mammoth tap-dancing across our collective consciousness....

• 4th of July
• america
• freedom
• united states

As I sit in the cockpit of my beat-up starship, hurtling through the void at speeds that would make your Earth-bound mind implode, I can’t help but reflect on the universal constants that bind us all together in this vast, pulsating universe. And let me tell you, you savages, there’s...

• blunts
• joints
• rolling

In this godforsaken era of legalized reefer madness, any slack-jawed yokel can waltz into a dispensary and emerge with enough THC to sedate a herd of wildebeest. Gone are the days of paranoid teens huddled in basements, giggling maniacally at “Reefer Madness” while passing around a joint rolled with Bible...

The “lazy stoner” trope, sprawled on a sagging couch, drowning in Cheeto dust, eyes glazed like a dead fish, deserves a swift kick to the curb. Cannabis, that sweet, pungent herb, isn’t swaying anyone into lethargy. No, sir, it’s a wild, cosmic fuel for the exercise freaks, the sweat-drenched maniacs...

Alright, you gravity-bong warriors and vape-pen prophets; spark up and strap in, because it’s time to burn down one of the biggest myths in weed lore. For years, cannabis culture has clung to the gospel of THC and CBD like stoners to a couch during a Planet Earth marathon. But...

Let’s face it, folks: summer in America is a goddamn nightmare. The cities turn into concrete ovens, teeming with sweaty, miserable bastards who’d sell their own mother for a blast of air conditioning. It’s enough to make any sane person flee to the wilderness, seeking refuge in the last bastions...

In the beginning, there was hash. Simple, hand-rubbed, and potent enough to knock the sandals off a Nepalese holy man. But this is America, and if there’s one thing we do well, it’s turning simple pleasures into unholy monstrosities of chrome and silicon, fueled by the twin demons of capitalism...

• dab
• dab rig
• vape

You want the skinny on this CBD craze? Well buckle up and brace yourselves, because we’re going on one twisted voyage into the heart of cannabis country. They call it cannabidiol, but around these parts we just call it by its street name – CBD. This little botanical bombshell comes...

• cbd