• T. Kid's High School Reunion

    I hadn’t planned on returning to my hometown, but part of me just wanted to burn one with the old crew and gawk at the people from my high school—people whom I would probably never see again, reliving their bleak, suburban glory days.

  • T. Kid's Big Haircut

    After years of old white people staring at my weird haircut, I finally decided to chop off my long hair.

  • T Kid on Legalization

    America is slowly moving towards legalizing weed, but we still have four major hurdles to overcome.

  • Todd the Ex-Cop

    In honor of Philly's city council voting to decriminalize weed, here's a story about a police officer who loves weed.

  • Getting Rid of a Joint at a Wedding

    I don’t usually tell other guys' stories on Weediquette, but my buddy Dev recently told me a tale about a weed disaster he had at a wedding that I have to share.

  • T. Kid on Tobacco

    As Americans move towards acceptance of weed, they are building an intolerance for my second favorite thing to smoke: tobacco.

  • Illiterate John

    John and I smoked weed together every day, but I didn't know he was illiterate until we both worked as summer canvassers for a shitty nonprofit environmental organization.

  • Driving and Blazing

    Blazing and driving is one of the world's greatest pleasures, but I have to avoid a million obstacles to avoid getting caught.

  • Bas the Reggae-Cover DJ

    I love people who create moments of ingenious idiocy that simultaneously blow your mind and lower your brain-cell count. And by “people,” I mean dumb stoners, like my friend Bas the reggae-cover DJ.

  • T. Kid the Comic Book Character

    This week’s Weediquette is a special treat from the talented artist and musician Steve Teare, who turned a Weediquette story into a comic.

  • T. Kid Quits Weed

    I’ve always championed weed for its lack of addictive qualities and yet had never demonstrated this in almost a decade. The only way to know my dependency on weed was to go to a place where I would find absolutely none of it.

  • Haroon the Lightweight

    I'm extra careful when I smoke weed with newbies, but I wasn't always this cautious. The first time I got a newbie high, I thought he was going to die.

  • T. Kid the Cannabis Cup Judge

    This week I flew to Denver to make one of my biggest dreams a reality and judge the Cannabis Cup with the High Times OGs.

  • World Cannabis Week: World's Greatest Glass Pipe Artists Gather at the Galleria Glass Exhibition

    Major glass artists showcased their insane-looking, high-end pipes that have been selling for thousands of dollars thanks to the legalization movement.

  • World Cannabis Week: Big Marijuana Industry Show

    Whether they’re for weed or industrial adhesives, all trade shows are part business and part carnival.

  • Murphy the Heroic Dog

    After my pothead roommate started telling people dead dog jokes, I realized his sense of humor was less than universal.

  • Blazing at Work

    I love smoking weed, but blazing at work with my younger co-workers quickly taught me that getting stoned at work is a very bad idea.

  • T. Kid Gets Arrested

    Our Weediquette columnist has only been arrested once, and miraculously, it wasn't for smoking pot.

  • T. Kid's Favorite Sneakers

    Forget food, beer, or sex. The only thing I love more than my collection of blue low-top sneakers is weed.

  • T. Kid the Landlord

    My family never cared much for homeownership until my mom saw an opportunity to buy a cheap house on Camac Street in North Philadelphia. We made a deal that she would handle the down payment and I would live in the house and rent out the other rooms. This meant I was a landlord.

  • The Million-Dollar Mystery Glass Show

    Last week, I attended a glass show in Philly where rich white dudes spent thousands of dollars on bongs they considered works of art.

  • Sour Joe

    After Sour Joe and I smoked weed together during our freshmen orientation, we became best friends. For years, we spent every weekend together smoking pot in his row house apartment, but everything changed when I moved to New York City and Sour Joe turned into Oscar the Grouch.

  • The Pot-Free Punk Band

    Midway through high school, Chucky, the biggest bad ass I knew, invited me to join his punk band. I was super excited until I realized Chucky hated weed and his idea of punk rock was sitting on his couch watching reruns.

  • T. Kid's College Graduation

    Just before my senior year of college, it occurred to me that I might actually lose out pretty big in life if I didn’t graduate. I had spent much of the previous three years smoking blunts, taking hallucinogens, and wandering around Philadelphia with my homeboys, paying little at…

  • Reality Strikes a Cheerleader

    After college started, I lost contact with everyone from high school except for a couple of punks—at least until I ran into a cheerleader on the train, and she decided to apologize to me for bullying people throughout our teen years.

  • There's Something About Bill

    An aged punk with the tattoos and beer belly to prove it, Bill was an awesome guy. Living with him meant I got to spend my last year in Philly with one of the best guys I have ever known, while also solving a little mystery about Bill along the way.

  • Blazed-Out Moms

    A couple of weeks ago, I was crashing at my mom’s house while my aunt and her friend were visiting her. When I realized we had drank half our wine supply, I broke out my travel jar of weed and started rolling a joint. My aunt was eyeing the operation, and next thing I knew, I was…

  • Did Obama Just Screw Weed Legalization by Supporting It?

    If we’ve learned one thing about our president, it’s that conservatives find it easiest to irrationally rally against him on social issues like this one.

  • Why I'm Over Dabbing

    In itself, dabbing is a pretty innovative way of ingesting cannabis, and it gets you high as absolute fuck. I’m glad that it exists as an option, but its half-baked delivery systems make me think twice about making it a habit.

  • Blazing in the Woods

    This past Christmas, I unwittingly lit a joint in the first place I had ever smoked weed. A distinct memory didn't strike me when I lit up. As I crouched by the back door in my dad's garage, I was as scared about the garage door opening and my father catching me smoking as I was