I tell the friendly camionetta1 driver that I don't need directions, and he's surprised. I smile and mime smoking a joint. Now he understands, and gives a hearty wave as he pulls back onto the highway. The folks who know Zipolite know it well. No rush on this journey. I'm high already. The few hits I took of that nice, fat salad roll2 before I left Puerto Escondido an hour … [Read more...] about Smoke, Drink and Be Naked on the Coast of Oaxaca
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Succeeded in bringing a pair of pre-rolled joints into a Grateful Dead show at Wrigley Field, but not without the usual stress. Besides worrying about security, the J's would get crushed, lost, or wet. A total inconvenience. This thought crossed my mind: There has to be a better way to carry & conceal cannabis... After lighting up at the concert, a light bulb went … [Read more...] about The ViceRays Moment
While the distance between consent and approval is fleeting, there is a proportion of opinion that is not objectified. A grey area, lacking the frigid disapproval that often accompanies that conceited heir of those opposed to marijuana use. However, full support is also absent. There are those who stand on the blurred lines in the sand. Perhaps we harbor resentment for the … [Read more...] about The Blurred Lines Between Consent and Approval
We have all heard the marijuana expressions—dime bag, eyeballing it, pre-rolls, etc.—but what does it mean? What do the precise weights of marijuana—gram, ounce, kilogram, etc.—look like? How much should be spent? What is the consumption rate? Now that cannabis has become a part of the economic mainstream as a publicly traded commodity, we can stop talking in funny codes and … [Read more...] about Measuring Marijuana
It helps to have experience in the kitchen. That way, you might not dump an insane amount of marijuana into a chocolate brownie recipe. Wait, he didn’t have a recipe. He infiltrated my kitchen on a mission to totally obliterate our mind and body. And we had no idea...we were inexperienced and stupid. Junior year of college, living in a duplex that was 100-feet off campus, … [Read more...] about Edibles Bite Back
Hello! Hello! Thank you for reading the debut of Thoughts From the Head Shop. My name is Crystle Slavy. I am a cannabis enthusiast/medical cardholder, as well as a writer, and an artist. For the past six years, I have worked at a premier smoke shop in Rochester, New York. The shop has been in business since the late 1970s, and is the “go-to” place in the city for all … [Read more...] about Thoughts From the Head Shop
The marijuana situation in the Beehive State—Utah’s nickname—is very interesting. It is completely blown out of proportion by the naive government, which doesn’t care to read statistics and facts about the rampant pharmaceutical overdosing problem that is the plague of the area. Aside from being heavily regulated by law enforcement, there is some awesome weed culture in the … [Read more...] about Utah Sandwich: Legal to The East, Legal to The West
“Weed stopped my heart (literally), but building up the courage to try it again allowed me to face my worst anxieties.” Did my first edible at a Model United Nations conference, senior year of high school. I was a late bloomer when it came to weed — I had “smoked” here and there for the sake of impressing various boyfriends and Grindr hookups — but I tended to err on the side … [Read more...] about Seeking (Edible) Arrangements, “I was going to like weed again”
My edible days stretch, hazily back to the seeds and stems years of the 1970s, where we’d cook down an entire ounce of weak-ass weed in a couple of cubes of butter. Strictly for medicinal purposes, of course: I had tight knees, and I needed to make them buckle. Tight hips too, and I needed to make them wobble. Actually, the point was to make our bodies as buttery as the … [Read more...] about Edibles Bite Back | I’m too High, I Need to Talk
I have always thought that I will reach the end of my days without trying a penis, and until now I have fulfilled it. But I will not forget the day I ate some chocolates stuffed with marijuana; yes, shaped like a penis. Again, I tried one of the biggest rock concerts in Latin America -- Rock al Parque in Bogotá, Colombia -- with exquisite marijuana bathed in rum, but that's … [Read more...] about Edibles Bite Back | Who wants a Marijuana Penis?