Back in 2004, my roommate at engineering school thought it would be cool to make weed brownies at our on-campus apartment. Up until this point, we were semi-casual pot smokers with no experience in making or consuming edibles; we just wanted to make brownies for an upcoming Joe Satrioni concert. Neither of us were huge “Satch fans,” and the venue was non-smoking; edibles were our only route to enhancing the show.
We looked up how to make the mixture on YouTube, and rounded up all the ingredients after visiting our local plug. The recipe called for boiling our weed in butter before adding it to the brownie mix, which not only stunk up our apartment, but also the entire hallway. Luckily, no one on our floor seemed to notice or care, so after some paranoid baking, our brownies were finished.
The tray of brownies was small, but had a half-ounce worth of some of the best hydroponic Detroit growers had to offer at the time. This was double what the recipe suggested, but we were both worried that the brownies would be too weak, so the time seemed right to double down for safety. After all, we had been smoking for years.
We hot-boxed for the majority of the 40-minute drive from Detroit to Ann Arbor before arriving at Michigan Theater. We pulled out the tray of brownies, which was cut into four pieces. My roommate barely finished one piece, claiming he was already blown out from the ride. With my confidence through the roof, I decided to eat both of my brownies, along with a small piece he couldn’t finish. As I said before, I had been smoking for years and didn’t think I was in for any surprises.
About an hour into the show, the surprises came. The high I had come to know and expect was now at a level of deep body intensity I had never experienced up until that point. I couldn’t focus on Satrioni playing on stage, instead, I could only observe the fans mimicking his guitar movements all around me. In the sea of flailing hands, I looked over at my roommate who was now playing an invisible drum set. I could do nothing but laugh for the rest of the show.
— Jason Zacharias