FUNNY, ALCOHOL, AND MARIJUANA INSPIRED APPAREL..........

The legend of the Midnight Toker has been whispered for generations, passing through the cracked walls of old taverns and the dimly lit corners of mountain villages. According to the tale, the Midnight Toker is a mysterious figure who appears only under the cover of darkness, when the world is still, and the air thick with silence. Some say he is a man cursed, others believe him to be a spirit, forever bound to the midnight hour. What’s universally agreed upon is that he is a master of the smoke, capable of creating strange mists that swirl through the air like ghosts in search of lost souls. 

The story goes that many years ago, a wandering traveler named Eli took to the mountains, hoping to escape the troubles of his past. He was a man burdened with guilt, having wronged someone dear to him. As he journeyed deeper into the forest, he found himself drawn to an eerie, hollow sound—like the faint melody of an old song carried by the wind. Following the music, Eli stumbled upon an ancient fire pit surrounded by stones, and there, seated cross-legged, was a figure cloaked in shadow. The Midnight Toker, they say, offered him a single, carefully rolled cigarette, saying, "One toke, and you will see the truth of your heart." Without hesitation, Eli took the smoke, feeling a strange warmth spread through him as the smoke curled up into the sky. 

With each puff, the air thickened, and Eli found himself transported into another world—a world filled with faces from his past, places he had forgotten, and moments he wished to erase. It was as though the smoke revealed the hidden paths of regret, illuminating the darkness of his soul. He tried to escape, but the Midnight Toker was always there, watching, waiting, his silent eyes seeing all. Legend tells that Eli never returned to the village. Some believe he became part of the mist, another lost soul forever bound to the midnight hour, forever to toke in the shadows, waiting for someone else to cross his path and take the cursed smoke. 

To this day, the Midnight Toker is said to still roam the darkened corners of the world. If you wander into the wilderness on a moonless night, beware—if you hear the soft puff of smoke or see a flicker of shadow at the edge of your vision, you might just have encountered him. Many believe the Midnight Toker offers a choice: take a toke and face your darkest truths, or turn away, never to know what lies hidden beneath your own heart.