Stoner Essentials #1 – Best Budget Weed Grinders of 2015

Best Weed Grinders for Smokers on a Budget

Most people don’t know this, but is a great place to get cheap weed-related paraphanalia. While they aren’t exactly an online headshop they have a lot of great products every weed smoker should have.

In this edition, I will highlight the best weed grinders available on Amazon.

Weed grinders are a must have for any stoner. Besides the convenience of not having to use your fingers to manually break up your buds every time you go to smoke, they’re a great way to build up a reservoir of kief, which will get the whole block high as fuck.

MDA Drug Capsules

Tripping on Sassafras (a.k.a. MDA)

11:07pm (on a Monday):

For some reason I decided to ingest a drug my friend referred to as Sassafras, which is just slang for MDA. I have no idea what to expect. I’ve never done MDA.

I do, however, know that I’m going to be up all night on this shit.

Ever since writing “The DMT Experience“, which I wrote in the month following the experience, I wanted to write about another hallucinogenic drug while tripping on it. Not an original idea, of course; I’m certainly not the first person to try.

But I like to trip balls, and I like to write, so I’m going to do both, because America.

It’s quite likely this post will end with incomprehensible blabber. Fair warning.


Tales from Weekend Jail

It starts on a Friday night.

Depression sinks in. Sitting in traffic after a long week at work, painfully aware that my only free time for the next 7 days is squashed. Leaving the office at 5:00pm allows just enough time to navigate the clusterfuck of Virginia Beach rush-hour traffic between me and my destination. Nothing more.

Overwrought, I envision the next 48 hours.

∴ ∴ ∴

I was arrested for a DUI 3 months ago. It happened on an early Sunday morning around 2am. I took an Uber from the bar to a friends house where I left my car. His door was locked so instead of requesting another Uber, I decided to drive 10 minutes down the road to smoke some bud with another friend of mine. I had been lucky too many times before. This time, I hit a checkpoint.

A fake ID

How To Get Away With Stuff #4: Pulling Off the Fake ID

Everyone’s been there.

The party is dying, and FAST. The bottle of Grey Goose you stole from your parent’s freezer is finished, the 6 pack your buddy talked his older brother into giving you is depleted, and the people are getting antsy. The girls are about to leave, because this once smooth-sailing get together is on its way to a spectacular crash.

You and your friends are starting to get nervous. After all, you’re the ones who are supposed to be throwing this bash, and if somebody utters that dreaded “Let’s bounce bro, this party is lame” phrase, you’re fucked.

It seems all hope is lost, when suddenly: BAM!


Changing perspectives on Ferguson

Tensions have risen across the country in the wake of the shooting death of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Mo. While we don’t have all the facts as to what prompted Darren Wilson to kill Brown, the event certainly has brought to light the issues people of color in that community have had with the police in the past.

It has also provided us with a debate on the militarization of local police departments, continued the debate on the use of deadly force by police, and allowed us to bring up suggestions of body cameras on individual officers.


Why I Love Read Receipts

Read receipts have achieved a certain level of infamy in the smartphone world. It’s understandable that people are wary of such a feature.

Allow me to explain, for the dwindling race of smartphone-lacking heathens reading this out there (on their antiquated laptops, I presume), that a “read receipt” (pronounced “red”, not “reed”) is a notification to the sender of a text, or texter, that the receiver of the text, or textee, has read the texter’s text.

And for the record, “texter” and “textee” are hereby words. Get with the program, Merriam-Webster!

Five ways to make your Bedroom a Sanctuary

If humans were houses, the bedroom would be the heart of it all.

Messy room

Photo by melodramababs via Flickr // CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

We don’t often realize, but a clean room affects our mood. Messes create a subconscious anxiety; a sense of overhanging duty, and of negative chaos.

Your room should be your fortress. Your place of coveted peace. A restful space for your mind to relax. Treat your room like a sanctuary and it will be one.


An Open Letter to the Potheads of the World


Photo by Chapss is love via Flickr // CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

Dear stoners and druggies alike,

As we know all too well, weed gets kind of a bad rap. Let’s face it: drug use in general gets one hell of a bad rap. It seems everyone knows someone whose life was destroyed by drugs.

See? Instantly when you read that sentence, your mind conjured up an image of the stereotypical drugged-up moron. The bumbling idiot who wears his Bob Marley tank top with pride (yet can’t name more than one or two of his songs), rocking his marijuana leaf socks, recording Snapchats of every bong rip he takes, posting about 4/20 on Facebook. He probably doesn’t have a job. He certainly has no ambition.

Psilocybin Mushrooms

Why People Do Drugs

by Vegter Animus from

There is a systemic problem in our culture that is not addressed in schools, by government programs or by mainstream media. Finding a great job with kick ass pay doesn’t do the trick. And no matter how many times I have sex, I always seem to find myself thirsting for something that I can never quite put my finger on. We are told that drugs are bad and that the people who do them have problems or are dead and empty inside.

Hopefully, after reading this article you’ll have a different outlook on things.


What Can You Do With a Liberal Arts Degree?

This might come off as arrogant, but I like to think I’m a pretty smart guy. I always got good grades, went to good schools, and made good decisions – until I went to college; at least that was my family’s perspective.

After I started college it took me about a year to realize that I was finally in a position to start making decisions that would lead to true happiness. I didn’t have to worry about hearing that universal phrase every kid hears at least once in their life: “This is MY roof you’re living under, and until YOU start paying the bills YOU have to do what I say!” (I’m sure I’ll say something like that to my kids one day but for now it still makes me cringe).


Why College Lies to You: Part One

Editor’s note: Vegter Animus is a new writer here at Everything Wrong with Today’s Youth. While this is his first article on ewwty, he has been writing for a long time. If you love this article (which you will, because it’s awesome) check out his blog: Project i•Am•You

You Thought You Were The Only One

photo by UGL_UIUC via Flickr // CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

photo by UGL_UIUC via Flickr // CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

How many people graduate from college and enter the so-called real world only to find that a life of deadlines, repaying debts, stress and getting fat isn’t what they signed up for? No one told you this was part of the deal on the balmy August afternoon during freshman orientation while we were doing trust falls and sharing our dreams with one another. Yes, college lied to you about the plight of your future. The question is: why?

After you get over the thrill of handing a healthy portion of your paycheck to your local bartender every Friday and Saturday, you too realize that being a member of the “real world” just doesn’t seem so glamorous anymore.


I am Everything Wrong With Today's Youth

I guess you could say I’m everything wrong with today’s youth.

I am a product of the Digital Age. I have always had access to any and all information I could ever want in a matter of seconds.

I grew up with a screen in front of my face at all times; a constant overload of facts and opinions for my brain to process. I am always having ideas forced down my throat. Images burned into my retinas. I have an insatiable appetite for stimulation. To be entertained. To be hearing. Watching. Playing.