When 2021 hit, I vowed to try harder (notice t-shirt pictured above).

I started out with a promise: not to run out of a single product.

The year was marked with a mad rush to botanical medicine.

NBC and ABC featured me on their morning news for my "misinformation" and "disinformation."

I was banned from Facebook and Paypal.

Instagram shoved me into a box and covered me up. They call it being "Shadow-banned."

I came inches away from running out of botanical medicines every month.

We kept trying harder.

I also dug deeper.

As a private pilot, I flew thousands of miles, clutching the yoke of my trusty bird for over 200 hours.

One time, I got lost in the smoke that came from fires burning California. I turned back and was elated to be on the ground.

We also traversed the mountains of Telluride until our lungs bled American red.

I stayed up late with my kids to throw eggs and water balloons at COVID testing centers - like we were Ninjas protecting small liberal towns from their own idiocy.

I rolled huge joints and pushed my way through mosh pits to meet up with my daughter to celebrate her engagement.

Another time, I purged a thousand pounds of sweat and waded through 12,000 shirtless teens to meet my son at the front of a Post Malone concert to celebrate his 16th birthday. It was tight. Long pieces of hair got caught in my mouth...Fireworks exploded and rained down just as we met up.

I gave up my seat to a stranger at the bar of the world's greatest Italian restaurant so two new lovers could enjoy an impromptu date and ate a burrito at Chipotle - then ran into "Romeo" randomly - in an entirely different city - to receive a big hug and thank you!

I harnessed the power of 10 angry mobs to pull off over 400 grappling sessions in 365 days.

My wife and I ate 'shrooms and made love in a mountain hot spring at 6 in the morning, with steaming hot coffee sitting nearby.

I celebrated my 47th birthday by getting up at 4am to make an offer on an apartment complex...then sold it a week later for a hefty profit.

I competed in a national wrestling tournament along side my son and was called "The old guy," by my opponent and onlookers.

I won.

I competed at the Jiu-Jitsu World Championships.

I lost

I was there when my 6-year old decided to let her nana's voice pass through her to sing, "You Are My Sunshine."

I forced my enemies to carry the dead weight of everyone who ever died at the hands of mandates and injustice with my newspaper, Straight Talk.

2022 is comin' in hot. It's only February an I've been sold out of product three times...But as of right now, on Thursday, I'm fully stocked and shipping all orders within 12 hours!

This year, like all others, I vow to live not only life in length but also in width and depth.

Let's gooooooooooo!

...and my promise in 2022 is that I won't be raising any prices!

Stock up on all your botanical medicines to live young at www.thepeopleschemist.com 

Dare to live young,

The People's Chemist