Many many moons ago when i was still on odysee.com and hive.io, i was doing these reefer ramble videos, where i was smoking myself to oblivion whilst rambling.

"Reefer Ramble V" was recorded during 2022 just a few hours past Halloween (i was working for Pizza Express then, remembering vividly rushing home, taking a shower and filling up the glass bong ready for recording xD); in that hour long video i recount various stories of the paranormal from my upbringing in a family of Exorcists, Demon-hunters and White Magicians.

It had been three years since i did a Halloween video; it has also been two years since i did my very last "Reefer Ramble VIII" video. So i decided it's time i recorded another for 2025.

I actually lost count of how many of these Reefer Ramble vids i actually recorded, so during this 9th edition which is a whopping 90mins long, many times during the vid i get the R.R video numbers mixed up.

So anyways in this 9th edition i decided to recount some intimate stories of my upbringing, how i came into the paranormal world, what it meant to me growing up and how it affected me; how it shaped my life as someone who seemed to be walking between worlds; the types of Magicks i was taught by my Father and his lineage (the Luk Yum Taoist Magicks); shit i have seen since the age of 5; shadowing my Father to various places and working with his various clients and many other recountings upon the subject.

Due to da lenf of the video i decided to make the first and last 10mins of the video actually a video, whilst the middle section (90-10= 80 mins) is just a static image. Besides i was sitting in a damn garage and did not want to turn the light on. I need to get me an oil lamp. Or a Fairy-Parrot. Or a FrankinDog.

If you're not used to my R.R videos then i warn you that it is only in these videos where i go off script (do i even have a script when i make vids?), switching between moods; i will at times talk smack; i will at times get smoked to a point where i am rambling. But through it all i still hold to the central objective:

to get FCKED up!!!

I hope what I've recounted to you is more than entertainment. I rarely get to speak with anyone about my formative years. It seems looking back that my first 18 years as a blur, as so much shit was packed into it. Now when i look at children who have grown up quick, i can empathize with them. We grew up too quick. No child should see the Other-Side or have the full weight of a mature adult's experiences forced upon the child at a early age.

Children should play, should be loved, should be nurtured and encouraged. Their talents and skills should be discovered, not imposed or modelled after some Wrestler. WWF is a crime in my world because when i found out it was all fake my dreams of doing the People's Elbow on my Maths Teacher's best friend never came to fruition.

Did i ever tell you the time when i locked my Indian friend in a toilet whilst he was undoing his turban? Yeah i threw stink bombs in the toilet and he was screaming all types of shit. Bet he was casting spells.

Did i ever tell you the time i saw a guy punch my Indian friend in secondary school, and this Indian dude was a big phat boy. He got punched in his belly (negated the dps no problem with that fat), then he said to my other friend "Listen to me here. Hold my Turban. Yes i know it's on my head but just hold it whilst i knock this fucker out."

Welcome to my world....