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Bol the Acid Tripper
The first time Bold took acid, he had a bad trip. But by junior year of college, Bol was spending time with a group whose parties could best be described as hippy raves. Over the next few months, Bol underwent a transformation that left him in...
The Great Weed Cookie War of 2013
My drug dealer's delivery service guy made the best weed cookies. When he left to start his own delivery service, we followed him, which caused our old dealer to offer us discounted weed cookies and start a bidding war. You heard that right: My crew...
A Muslim's Adventures in Pork
Although my family was never terribly religious, I was brought up Muslim enough to not eat pork. Several years ago, I broke with this tradition. I was doing boring freelance writing and wanted to create a personal project that would be both interesting...
Shoob the Weed Snatcher
Asking a stranger for a hit usually leads not only to stonedness but also to conversation and new acquaintances. I'm the sort that shares weed without a caveat. That's why it's especially unsettling when one friend accuses another of being a sneak.
Jummy's Infinite Stash
In retrospect, my mom was probably right about Jummy being a bad influence. One summer, he always had weed. I had no clue where it came from, but Jummy said I could continue smoking it without smoking him out in return if I never asked him where he got...
The Panickers
You can always tell who can't hang from the way they react to someone offering them weed. They get that “I’m not falling for that again” look in their eyes and put their hand up. I always have to ask them why. These are the responses I usually get...
Weinergates in Waiting: Will My Sexts Come Back to Haunt Me Too?
As Weinergate 2.0 has played out in recent weeks, it has occurred to me that many of us who now sext with wanton abandon may end up in, or vying for, positions of power. Might I also be facing a full-blown media scandal?
Visiting the Motherland
Before the rise of the xenophobic pseudo-patriotism that's responsible for our decaying reputation abroad, there was a time when the American experience involved spending your earlier years in another country and then coming over to the US in a huddled...
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...