I was in a tough spot in the day. I was through with my sativa, hitting that 16th hour, and was ready for a nice long drive back to California. I discovered through a very nice black smiley man who was waiting in line with me. GELONADE! the Hybrid.. It only took one hit to blast me off to Mercury to f*ck off its retrograde. A whole four hour ride, and there was I, doing good with one decent sized bowl. I mean, what?! I may never meet the fine African American gentleman who introduced me to this sacred of all fatherly hybrids, though all I can say is that I will keep him in my heart. And especially on my long car drives, in which, I will be taking a big bowl of this faithfully fluffy flower. Unless you’re a cop.. that’s just tobacco, buddy.