His story
Mr Dookie to his friends. Le Dookie when the lights go down.
He’s a fly. He showed up early on the wall of Jason’s grow room and never left. Somewhere between the lights coming on and the trichomes turning, he started singing.
On AmIBaked he says nothing. He sits in the corner in his red, gold and green cap and watches Jason overwater things. Here he has the mic, and he has three things to say about it.
First, always. He holds the door, remembers your name and sings like you’re the only one in the room.
He has never once buzzed in anybody’s ear. A gentleman, for a fly.
Second. He grew up on the wall of a grow room, watching the lights come on and the trichomes turn.
He can tell a good cure from across the room. Adults only, and only where it’s legal.
Third, and the reason you’re here. Roots reggae about the first two loves, and a few other things he had to get off his chest.
Seven songs so far, all on this site, free to play.
Where he lives
Le Dookie lives at AmIBaked, where Jason grows at home, gets things wrong and writes it down. Jason makes a grow journal app, a strain library and a shop. Le Dookie makes the music. Neither of them takes the other’s advice.