My youngest before visiting the other day, stopped by the High Street weed store. She bought me some edibles asking if I had ever been in the shop which is about a ten minute walk from the ol’ boneless chicken ranch. “Sure thing”, I told her. “I’m in there all the time.” And then I show her my little bottle of water soluble drops, my new favourite cannabis style of personal consumption.
It’s odd becoming a pot head at this age. I smoked pot in high school and then when it was around in university, I’d partake, but then my usage just kind of faded out. I never missed it and I never went looking for it.
In the past ten years, I’d smell its skunky smell from time to time more and more and then suddenly weed is legal. I told my Canadian friends living in Taiwan about it. They found the whole concept unbelievable. They’ve been away too long. But it is legal and it hasn’t turned our culture into marauding biker gangs, street urchins and petty criminals. On the contrary, there haven’t been any reports of anything criminal. Can’t say the same thing for alcohol, (drunk driving especially) or other drugs (oxytocin, fentanyl…).
So, over the past year or so, I’ve tried edibles and those are fine and then I’ve tried oils and capsules and finally drops. I’ve learned about THC and CBD levels. I like a small dose of THC for its psychoactive effect and/or a smaller sampling of CBD for its body mellowing effect.
I usually wait until 4:20 before partaking like a party baby. I’ll have a small measure in the late afternoon for a slight bit of mood altering. I used to sometimes have a martini or another mixed drink at 5 o’clock, cocktail hour. I don’t really see much difference, except of course I’ve started to appreciate reggae.
Last updated October 29, 2020