It was the weed from my childhood. It was dreamy. It didn’t give me a five minute sky high, it didn’t give me heart palpitations, it didn’t make me nauseous. It was chill and fun and absolutely made my day.
I fucking miss that strain. I’ve had to move to specific edibles where I can very carefully control exactly how little I take (hint: not very much) and I can measure when it kicks in and when it tapers off. I can get a couple hours off and then I’m hungry when it’s over, and I can still function tomorrow? Deal.
It fucking sucks to watch people get pulled into high-dose pot though, for the same reasons that it sucks to watch people get pulled into high-dose alcohol. Fuck. I hope they regulate it soon, and I hope the states carve out more room specifically for microgroweries.