T. Kid
Egon the Blunt Getter
This time, I couldn’t take it. Egon had thrown off the balance, refusing to comprehend the burden that he placed on us, and completely disregarding what we had given him—a purpose. In front of all of us, he spat on that purpose in defense of whatever...
Getting Busted in New York
In most places in the world, weed is still an illegal substance. But despite that illegality, some law enforcers tolerate it’s use. An understanding exists between weed smokers and many police: as long as you’re discreet about it, you won’t get hauled...
All I Got For My Birthday Was Pie and Vomit
Most people did something phenomenal for their 18th birthday—or at least something stupid enough to make for a great story. That was the initial plan for mine. Promises of strippers and debauchery were made, but pies and vomit were delivered.
T. Kid Versus Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves
For the avid pot smoker, planning a vacation always comes with the caveat of finding a place where trees will be plentiful and the laws regarding them lenient enough that you can avoid the hellish prospect of a third world prison. By and large, I’ve...
Visiting the Motherland
Before the rise of the xenophobic pseudo-patriotism that's responsible for our decaying reputation abroad, there was a time when the American experience involved spending your earlier years in another country and then coming over to the US in a huddled...
Thoughts on the Pothead Terrorist
The last flecks of THC-crystal pixie dust flaked off the myth of the innocuous brown stoner last week when news outlets reported that Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, one of the alleged Boston Marathon bombers, turned out to be a Muslim who, like any normal American...
Postcard from Cannabis Cup
In my mind, the Cannabis Cup never actually existed. It was a cliché, a staple phrase of high school stoner conversation, and it was held in Amsterdam, an equally mythical place. But this year, for the first time, the premier summit of marijuana users...
I Like to Stay Home
Before I start sounding like a stereotypical pothead, let me fill you in on why I find myself most comfortable at home. Yes, weed probably has something to do with it, but it’s another substance entirely that has led me to this place. Alcohol.
Acid Reflections
Like everyone who lives in New York, I secretly hate it. Even for the most resilient partier, life in this city occurs in a sequence of overcrowded, exasperating scenes punctuated by moments of self-loathing solitude. This environment makes it...
Prohibition Smoke Down in Philly
Even before the city of Philadelphia decriminalized marijuana possession in 2010— now punishable only by a fine—the city largely tolerated marijuana use, and when the legalization conversation spilled out of dorm rooms and into the national arena late...
The Amplifier Effect
This weekend, at a spontaneous and vaguely St. Patrick’s Day-inspired reunion at our usual clubhouse in South Philly, my college bro Marv found himself at the crossroads of a widely known truth: if you smoke when you’re drunk, both intoxications are...
The Shwagman Cometh
The Shwagmen of Powelton Park were a shady bunch of high school kids who became entirely too familiar with me, my housemates, and our humble home. The most central character was a 17-year-old named Montana, a handsome kid with no concept of private...