I’m probably not alone when I say the most stoned I’ve ever been in my entire life was because of an edible. I mean, more than a decade ago, when your semiprofessional stoner friend made weed butter at home, it seemed impossible to know how many milligrams of THC was ever really in the mix.
Of course, any friend should (and in my case, absolutely did) tell you to be careful—to start out eating only a small amount. But you know what? No one is the boss of me!!! NOT EVEN ME! Especially not 15 years ago, when I was young. Nope, I’m still the one who can’t go to a buffet without dirtying five plates—still the overzealous ding-dong who buys a MEDIUM-size movie theater popcorn even though it’s 12 stupid dollars and has more saturated fat than any human should eat in three days. But I’m passionate. And by passionate, I mean impulsive…
