So your homie furnishing you consistently with 8/10 for many months then it even escalates to what felt like an 11.

You start to think of the possibilities this consistency of quality offers. You make and begin to execute plans to up-skill yourself in a lucrative field of employment. The plan begins to exceed your own expectations in terms of progress and a little bit of hope unfurls inside your mind that you will once again where no need or want goes unfulfilled.

Then in the space of 4 days quality drops from 11 to a 6 if I'm being generous and I'm not feeling generous so let's call it what it is. A fucking 5.

All the effort and progress becomes a mockery as you realise that once back in full employment the inevitable involuntary detox I am about to endure would fuck my job not just my as yet unrealised dream.

I have polite but direct words with my homie but he half gaslights me claiming it was ok when he smoked it this morning. I think the key term there is "ok". I'm not interested in ok. Very good or better only. I've been doing this too long and dedicated too much of my life to it to suffer "ok".

Buuut this only happens maybe 4 times a year. I think that is actually exceptional reliability?

Maybe I should just use the opportunity for a tolerance break and reconnect with them once they've gotten rid of this batch to people who'll apparently smoke anything.

So the dream is not dead but it. needs tweaking pun intended. How would I manage the appearance of these anomalous batches in an employment situation? I need some kind of (probably mental) illness that explains the urgent need for days of sick leave? A sympathetic doctor to back me up?

Any ideas. And oh yeah like I said I'm probably about to fall over half dead from the shock of this crap smoke so I will try my best to reply but I don't know if I will have the capability to do so...