Regular readers of this blog have undoubtedly noticed me bitching about Parkinsons so let me elaborate. I first noticed it about 12 years ago lying in bed in the quiet of the Idaho mountains. It was a very small vibration inside my body and I said to myself "what the hell is that?". Over the years it has continued to grow stronger and now it's like a large nuclear powered 24/7 vibrator has been shoved up my ass and taken residence in the middle of my body. It's always there and it never stops.

Sometimes, when I'm buzzed and stoned, I don't notice it as much. Medical marijuana is a proven therapy for Parkinsons and is legal in 33 states. Unfortunately, Tennessee ain't one of them. So now when I travel into a legal state I pick some up, which ultimately has my friends and family thinking I'm just an old stoner. So be it.

The gene comes from my dad's side, and my brother in the nursing home had it full blown when I saw him about six years ago. I'm lucky I don't have the external tremors but I notice my hands often times don't do what I ask. The disability is inevitable.

I ran out of Colorado shit weeks ago and my body is now a vibrating fucking mess. I'll stop bitching now, thanks for reading.