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...
Q’s Grow House
To many of us, weed is a packaged product. Even if you don’t live in one of the country’s more enlightened states, where sativas, indicas, oils, and edibles are branded like novelty candies, you still may find yourself browsing a menu as your...
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...
Passing on Traditions
Beginning with that first visit, bonding between me and my brother always involved weed smoking. On holidays, we would tell the family we needed to go have one-on-one brother time and drive around the suburban streets burning down joints, returning...
Finding Weed on Tour
When I’m not sitting at home in my easy chair, puffing on a corncob pipe and ruminating on what captivating aspect of the marijuana world I’m going to traverse in the next "Weediquette," I indulge in the classic childhood fantasy of being a rock star.
Stoner Fashion Decisions
Fashion week happens year round in major cities around the world, but in New York, it doesn’t just happen. It descends upon us. During these times, I avoid the hoopla of celebrity DJs and promotional vodka for the simpler pastime of getting rip-roaring...
Searching for My Stoner Queen
Janet mentioned she didn’t smoke that often but didn’t hesitate for a second to smash a couple of pro hits off the joint when it got to her. At this point, I felt safe enough unleashing some played-out game, so I told her how hot she looked smoking a...
Self Medication
One thing that I am guilty of is not taking things too seriously. To me, weed is pure pleasure, and I indulge in portions of its culture that fall cleanly into the “shenanigans” category. But weed is something of a wonderdrug for many ailing people.