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.

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 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.

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. I vow to live not only life in length but also in width and depth. F@#ckin' bring it!

...and my promise to you is that I won't be raising any prices!

Lets goooooo!

And if you're ready to Try Harder, get the shirt I'm wearing pictured above (black) and I'll toss in a FREE bar of charcoal soap and a FREE chapstick! Click HERE!

Dare to live young,

The People's Chemist

P.S. Yes, 2022 is filled with product shortages, outages and SLOW shipping. Be patient.