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on Influencers

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Christian Rangel
on Edibles

August 2016.

Detroit, MI.

As we pre-game in the amphitheater parking lot before a Hall & Oates concert, we notice someone a couple cars over struggling to fire up his lighter. We huddle around him to block the wind and he in turn shares his freshly-lit joint with us. He is there with his wife. She is designated driver while he gets absolutely shit-housed. He insists on shotgunning beers with us. She cheers us on. He has edibles. She asks us to help him finish them. We oblige.

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Christian Rangel
on Ridiculous Beauty Standards

I am no longer on dating apps like Tinder or Bumble. It was a destructive obsession of mine for years as I traveled the states livin’ that VanLife. Not a good look. Very unhealthy state of mind. You lose a certain respect for people, in this case it was women, when you are basing everything off of a profile picture.

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Christian Rangel
on Weed

At this very odd time in my life, I find myself working at both a dispensary and a bar. I am surrounded by inebriated people all day, every day. It never ends. You’d think that my days just blend together, but there is a noticeable difference in these environments: I actually respect the people walking into my bar.

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Christian Rangel
on Cancel Culture: How Did We Get Here?

Real people living in the real world do not have the time or energy to be offended. We are out here getting shit done, contributing to society. If you must be #woke, consider taking offense to actual atrocities and not fictional characters. If you’ve ever watched Toy Story and complained about gender roles, please realize how lucky you are to be in such a position.

@meanie breaks it down.

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Christian Rangel
on Ketosis: Fuck This Shit!

Name a fad diet, I’ve tried it. Carnivore, liquid, plant-based, paleo, intermittent fasting. I was one of those idiot pescatarians for a while, insisting on dropping $60 on sushi meals twice a day.

By far the worst of the bunch is keto. My god, what a stupid idea that is.

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Christian Rangel
on Sharing, Maybe Even Too Much

Our third or fourth time in bed together she bit her lip and said she had a confession to make. I tensed up and cupped my nuts protectively to prepare for possible bombshells: crabs, herpes, warts, a psychotic pastor father, a nameless rash. But it was none of that. Instead she said, “I’m not really single. I have a boyfriend.”

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