You ever get absolutely blasted stoned, think you came up with the best idea ever, write it down, and dream about the mansions and cars you’ll eventually buy?
Because I do that way too often.
I’ll wake up after a night on the hippie lettuce and read a note detailing a “free parking spot locator” app that’ll make me the next Zuckerberg.
And look, some of these actually have legs. Some are horrible. All are while stoned.
(Note: I actually have these all written down. Here’s proof of me trying this concept in 2018 for a crummy old blog I started.)