Kelly's Cove
Sweet & Savory
Cupcake
Keylime Pie
Gas
Origin Story
There’s a surf spot on Ocean Beach in San Francisco called Kelly’s Cove. The regulars there were infamous for being territorial dicks. Maybe not slash-your-tires-and-break-your-orbital-bone-by-hitting-you-with-a-board territorial, but still dicks.
I thought of them after a guy named G-eazy showed me a pack of the most violet & purple gassy dank I’d seen in a long time. Lucky me.
He says there’s 19 more behind it, and I readily agree to take them all. Dickface leaves to grab the other 19 and never comes back. Typical middleman bullsh*t. Unlucky me.
We got the last laugh though, because at the bottom of the turkey bag was a big, fat, tiger-striped bean. Of course, we popped it.
Kelly’s Cove is the result. Small-batch, fire candy gas that has the power to turn bad luck into good luck.
