Welcome: Where have all the good women gone...I mean weed-men

Welcome to It's No Big Deal. I could spend time writing what this blog will be about and why everyone should read it, but fuck that and let's get to the first post. Consider this the beginning of a soon-to-be historic run from Diddy and Biggs.

For my first post, I'd like to talk about my stressful week leading up to last weekend. I commute and work 12 hours a day from Mon-Fri, but this was not the root cause of my stress last week. I happen to partake in herbal relaxation on a daily basis, and have had a steady weed-man in my life for over a year. Before people question my sexual preference for my creepy wording about my weed-man, let me explain something to you. In many ways, the relationship of a weed-man is much like a new girlfriend. Allow me to explain:

- In NYC, just like women, you can throw a stone on any corner and hit somebody who's selling.
- There are many types of weed-men. Some are clingy and want you to hang out with them. Some won't return your phone calls, and will only leave you to want him more. Some will rip you off, but they know you depend on them (starting to catch my drift here?).
- Sometimes you have to know when to cut your weed-man free and find somebody else...somebody better.

Well, I had it made. My guy would meet me at my convenience, with generous bags...until he went missing. No texts were returned, and I was dry as a judge, with a big weekend approaching. He got pinched, and had to stay off his phone until further notice, leaving me high and dry...well actually not high at all.

Calling random friends who I haven't talked to in months is awkward...especially when the reason you're calling is because you're looking for herb. Can't there be some type of social network for this? It's bad enough shoulder-tapping, but it's even worse emptying my phone book. I can only imagine their response when they saw my text....."Really? This is why you texted me? Go fuck yourself."

To fast-forward, I did finally get my fix through some old golf buddies (for those who don't know, golf course employees are great for hook-ups...even the kitchen staff!). But, the week of searching for a new weed-man was truly miserable. So, for all those friendly dealers out there, I'm just saying...Try to be comforting and supportive to all your clientele out there...They depend on you. And for all you addicts out there with awesome dealers: You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone!

- Diddy