Lockdown. Layoffs. Scary scary fuckery. I managed to find a niche. Good concentrate. From gummies, to hard structure cellulose jollies. Cold brew coffee, exotic olive oils. Fresh pulp push pops. I started a new conglomerate, TrixCorp. Named after my cat. It may seem trival, but this feline gave me an odd breathe of hope. Start slow, from cookies to high end cellulose slurry. I push my paleta cart, one by one. A new fan. Multiplies. I grew up an underdog. As covid restriction open, so does oppurtunity. Orders double. Triple. A hobby takes form, in money. My point, is sometimes, restriction brings inspiration. TrixCorp bitches. Coming to your local dispensory soon.
P.s. Americans, stand up. We are in trying times. Turn off the tv. Go outside. Live. This is NOT the new norm.
P.s. Americans, stand up. We are in trying times. Turn off the tv. Go outside. Live. This is NOT the new norm.
