Could marijuana be the solution America's vets have been waiting for, and if so, why does the federal government continue to stand in the way?
New York is nowhere near ready to meet public demand for medical cannabis in the state, let alone foster a healthy pot industry. So why would anyone in their right mind have a weed trade show here?
A few years ago, a site like My420Mate.com might have seemed like poor cover for a DEA sting operation, but in a national atmosphere that's warming to weed, it filters out those who refuse to ride the wave.
It took two years, but a pair of pro-marijuana agitators who are on probation for leading hundreds of potheads in protest against weed laws forced a stubborn mayor to change his mind.
Everyone has a story about the first time they ever smoked weed, and it usually sucks. The better story is the one about the first time you got really, really high.
In high school, my brother had a friend named Millhouse who would just get wasted and have a good time, completely unconcerned with picking up girls. In a sense, this is the best way to party. So when Millhouse returned home one night with a girl, we were…
If waking up at 11 and typing in bed until 5 in the afternoon is a recipe for crazy, then I'm completely out of my fucking mind. It's the only way I can live.
It didn't occur to me that New York made any progress on medical marijuana until I attended a cannabis industry luncheon in Manhattan a couple of weeks ago.
I've gotten stoned at work before, but smoking weed and working as a zombie at a haunted house didn't go well together.
Over the years, I've learned that it's generally best to keep your mouth shut in a sticky situation. It took me a few run-ins with the police in my teenage years to figure this out.
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.
After years of old white people staring at my weird haircut, I finally decided to chop off my long hair.
This is the story of Jesse Snodgrass, a kid with Asperger's syndrome who was arrested by an undercover cop posing as a student at Jesse's high school. This is the story of how the war on drugs preys on the most vulnerable.
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.
As Americans move towards acceptance of weed, they are building an intolerance for my second favorite thing to smoke: tobacco.
This is the story of Jesse Snodgrass, a kid with Aspergers Syndrome who was entrapped by an undercover cop posing as a student at Jesse's high school. This is the story of how the war on drugs preys on the most vulnerable.
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.
This week's Weediquette is a special treat from the talented artist and musician Steve Teare, who turned a Weediquette story into a comic.
Uruguay's Jose Mujica may seem like a gentle, modest head of state, but his days as a gun-toting guerrilla fighter and 14 years of imprisonment have pushed him to try to do something far more ambitious than his humble mien might suggest: End the war on dr…
Forget food, beer, or sex. The only thing I love more than my collection of blue low-top sneakers is weed.
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.
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.
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.
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.