I've watched this plant go from making me a criminal to a patient in real time.
It's 420.
My mum is more of a criminal than I am right now. She buys chop chop tobaccy. I'm "just a patient." I don't really know what to do with that.
My journey started at uni. Looking for a way to focus, stumbling across Cannabis Sativa.
That led to alleyways. Carparks at midnight. Pickups in Nimbin.
Men in heavy boots going through my house more than once.
A short stint as a high school teacher that ended when I learned you can't talk to kids openly about this plant.
All for a flower.
I didn't just let the medical industry in. I welcomed it. Promoted it. Built a business around it.
I saw access. More patients, more plant in more hands.
I still think that was the right call.
But I watch what's grown inside it and I don't always recognise it.
Doctors prescribing products they have stakes in.
Companies that grew on access and now support the frameworks that would take it away from the patients who got them there.
People with real harm behind them finding safe harbour because the industry needs warm bodies and doesn't ask hard questions.
I've had treasures dangled in front of me to play along. I've said no. It costs.
Some days the trade sits fine. Some days my heart feels torn apart by what I see and hear.
I've called things out and been wrong about the timing.
I've stayed quiet and been wrong about that too.
I don't have the ethics of this figured out.
Anyone who tells you they do is selling something.
Passion is mostly pain with small moments of satisfaction.
So is honesty. I keep choosing both anyway.
I'm grateful for the plant.
I'm tired of some of the people.
I'm tired full stop.
But I'm still here.
Mostly because I don't know what else I'd do.
And because every now and then a patient tells me this changed their life, and the plant reminds me why I started.
This is the work I need to do.
I get to wake up and build things that matter to me.
I get to live a life shaped by this plant instead of hiding from it.
I get to do this with people I actually like.
For all the tired, I'm grateful.
Happy 420!
@_grinderoo is running a $200 gift card contest for just showing the world where do you grind!?
Enter as many times as you'd like! Create some cool content and help break the stigma we all face as patients. Whether you're grinding in the shed, bedroom, balcony, or under your uncles uncles verandah.... Share it with the world!
#wheredoyougrind #grinderoo
Does anyone else get paranoid when a cop likes your comment on LinkedIn?
I left an important question to the president of the AMA, and a fella who is a "Scenes of Crime Officer" for the Queensland police gave it a like.
Now, for some of you, you might think he's agreeing with my point.
But for others... those of us who have felt the full blown brunt of a 10-man QPS raid on your home... well, we get pretty fucking anxious.
And that's the thing nobody talks about in this industry.
We now have a legal medical cannabis framework in Australia.
Millions of prescriptions written.
TGA approvals.
Clinics.
Pharmacies.
An entire ecosystem built around patient access.
And yet.....
A cop likes your LinkedIn comment and your nervous system fires up like it's 2015 again.
That anxiety doesn't just disappear because you've got a script in your name.
It lives in your body.
It's conditioned.
Years, sometimes decades of being made to feel like a criminal for using a plant that was literally keeping you functional.
This is the part of the "patient journey" that never makes it into the investor decks or the clinic onboarding flows.
The fact that a huge chunk of your patient base carries genuine trauma from their relationship with the law.
That for many of us, "cannabis anxiety" isn't a side effect of THC, it's a side effect of prohibition.
We built a medical industry on top of a community that was criminalised for doing exactly what that industry now profits from.
And we didn't process any of it. We just... moved on.
So yeah. A cop liked my comment. He's probably a good bloke. Probably even agrees with what I said.
But my body doesn't know that yet.
Excuse me while I have a macrodose of CBD to help regulate.
I hate the word "patient."
Sick. Unwell. Dependent. That's what it implies.
That's not me. Cannabis doesn't keep me going — it helps me go harder. (pun intended 🌿)
They slapped ADHD on me too. Said I was deficient.
My brain runs fast, connected, always on.
Cannabis doesn't fix a broken system. It fine-tunes one that was built different.
Think of it like this — my endocannabinoid system needs topping up. Same as omega-3s.
Same as magnesium. It's a supplement. Full stop.
And before anyone comes for me — this isn't about dismissing people who genuinely need cannabis as medicine. That's real and I respect it fully.
This is for everyone else getting judged.
The mum putting three kids to bed who reaches for a 10mg gummy instead of wine.
Is she a patient? A recovering addict swapping substances?
Some psychiatrists would say yes.
What. A. Joke.
She made the healthier choice.
But cannabis gets a clinical label and wine gets a "you deserve it mama 🥂" reel.
Most of us sit closer to her story than the medical model wants to admit. (and you all know it)
Words fucking matter.
The labels we're handed — and the ones we choose to carry — shape everything.
I've always hated labels. But "patient" might be the one I hate most.
So tell me — what label have you been given that never quite fit? 👇
guy vaping with a bird on his shoulder, apparently
Everyday I get to experience hanging out with my puppy, avoiding the drama of a workplace and building things I find meaningful at my own pace.
I'm eternally greatful for the life I've cultivated for myself during these very unsettling and weird times.
Sure, you can have millions of followers, dollars and exciting projects going on. But all of that to me is a show that many put on to validate themselves and their existence.
I only validate myself to myself and nature. The rest is just noise.
Remember not to get got by the illusions you're told you desperately need. 🤘
Holy crap! If your looking to treat that beautiful stoner in your life or you know just your handsome self consider the Tempest 2 vape or the YLL vape conducion unit!! This thing is so smooth! And insanely easy to use.
Huge thank you to Damien from @afriendindeedaustralia for the Xmas present! Literally the best ill get this year I reckon!
The tempest paired with a YLL vape inductor is awesome!
This was my literal first impressions! So enjoy my dumbness!
Full review will come out next year on YouTube. 🙏🙏🙏😍
I've been building websites since I was 10. One of my first and proudest? The Extreme Bedroom Boxing League (EBBL).
Since then I've built over 300 websites for all kinds of businesses, individuals, brands, and communities.
Building websites was one of the first ways I learnt to express myself artistically.
I was that kid who couldn't colour between the lines, couldn't draw worth a damn, wasn't poetic with words (English being my second language), musical talent nonexistent.
But a little HTML & CSS to share something with the world?
That I could do.
I made forums, proxies to avoid school filters, chatrooms. Hell, even a website for my WoW guild to track DKP (IYKYK).
Most of my projects had one thing in common: creating and finding community.
When you're the son of a migrant family, you don't have a whole lot of that in your world.
So I found it where I could, and when I didn't, I created it.
That led me to one of my first businesses after high school—running a Minecraft community and server hosting.
We were one of the first Aussie servers in Australia.
This became a pattern:
I find communities.
I build what they're missing.
We grow it.
Then eventually I burn out or outgrow the identity and move on.
Communities are hard.
You get your hardcore loyalists, then they become problematic, then it's a cult of weirdos. I'm all for it, until I'm not.
But every time I walk away with lessons and people I know I can hit up anywhere in the world.
Building a business is cool.
But honestly, finding people you can do fun shit with is way more rewarding.
Those early projects?
No profit motive.
No KPIs.
Just: "This is cool, let's keep it alive so we can keep hanging out."
You don't often get that feeling in business.
Money creeps in. Targets creep in.
But I look back so fondly at those times where we just kept things going to have fun.
Nowadays though...
I still build websites and systems.
I still obsess over how people find you, sign up, buy, and come back.
But after making so many mistakes and learning so many lessons, I've unlocked a lot to share with the businesses I work with - from ecommerce stores to clini
“Uhh… cann-something-bla.”
That’s the answer you get when you ask patients which cannabis clinic they use.
With so many new clinics coming online, I figured I’d save everyone the trouble of inventing another “unique” name.
Presenting: The Definitive Aussie Cannabis Clinic Name Builder.
Use the graphic → pick first+last initial → reveal your “uniquely generic” brand.
If it’s too vanilla, add one Optional Add-On (add “ly”, drop vowels on the first word, or append Cann/Health).
Drop your clinic name below 👇
The @medicalassociation_au wants to take away patients access to cannabis flower.
The president of the board talked about the growing number of side effects medical cannabis patients have reported.
Well to that I just ask, what about the literal DEATHS opioids cause year on year.
Death is a pretty intense side effect if you ask me.
This screenshot is shared from LinkedIn.
Everyday on it I see an enormous amount of bullshit, posturing, pettiness and ultimately contempt for cannabis patients.
So many good people in this industry choose to remain silent because their jobs, companies, and lives can be affected by the slip of the tongue or words on a screen defending a plant that's killed no one in its millennia on this planet.
I understand, they likely have families, kids to feed, mortgages to pay.
I'm blessed to have the freedom to speak up because of my independence away from selling heavily regulated medicines.
So:
I will question the bullshit.
I will point out the hypocrisy.
I will defend the patients.
I will hold these companies and individuals accountable.
I will cop the heat.
I will find a way to bring about real progress.
And by my hand to Shiva, history will prove us right!Every patient will have safe, legal access to the medicine that works for them.
And this plant will finally be understood for what it truly is, not what fear made it out to be.
🤔💡The most honest brand loyalty metric: tattoos per customer.
Harley-Davidson has thousands. Nike has millions. Pink Floyd fans? Don't even get me started. People have literally tattooed Coca-Cola & Pepsi logos on themselves.
Your cannabis brand? Probably zero.
Real brands don't just solve problems, they become part of people's identity.
So here's the real test:
Has anyone tattooed your logo on their body? Have YOU?
If not... do you really believe in what you're building?
I put the @_grinderoo logo on my wrist to remind myself of an incredibly successful month and what I'm capable of achieving.
The Rise Against logo sits right above it as a reminder to challenge the status quo and see revolution through blood and love every day.
These aren't just tattoos. They're a huge part of my identity.
What's your brand's tattoo count?
What’s the real risk of smoking cones at 19? It’s not what you think.
It’s not about paranoia or getting too high.
It’s about losing direction before you’ve even found it.
No one told us this back then that cannabis can be part of your routine, but only if you know how to use it with intention.
If you’re lighting up before knowing what you’re working towards, you could be slowing yourself down without even realising.
We cover the one thing that can derail your life if you start too young and how to protect yourself while still enjoying the sesh.
There’s more where this came from and it’s worth the watch.
Watch the full video. Link in bio!
#CannabisAwareness #MindfulUse #KnowYourWhy #PurposeBeforePleasure #HighWithPurpose #YoungAndAware #StayFocused #LifeDirection #ConsciousChoices #FCKPGR #FriendlyAussieBuds
