This Puzzled Life is a mental health and recovery blog exploring addiction, trauma healing, LGBTQ experiences, humor, and the strange moments that shape us.
“I’m high on life. Oh, wait, sorry, that’s just marijuana.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to talk to you about cannabinoids. And with terpenes this medicine is saving lives.
What are cannabinoids? They are a group of chemical compounds found primarily in the Cannabis sativa plant. And the plant contains about 540 chemical substances. They interact with the body’s endocannabinoid system, which regulates various functions that include mood, appetite, pain, and sleep. And there are also different types of cannabinoids (https://www.nccih.nih.gov, 2025).
Types of Cannabinoids
· Phytocannabinoids: Naturally found in the cannabis plant such as THC and CBD
· Endocannabinoids: Cannabino9ids produced by the human body, as anandamide and 2-arachidonoylglycerol (2-AG).
· Synthetic cannabinoids: Man-made cannabinoids designed to mimic the effects of phytocannabinoids such as “K2” and “Spice” (https://nida.nih.gov, 2025).
What are specific phytocannabinoids and their functions?
· Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC): psychoactive compound that produces euphoric “high:. It also helps with nausea, pain, and appetite stimulation.
· Cannabidiol (CBD): Non-psychoactive compound known for its anti-inflammatory, analgesic, and anxiolytic (anxiety-reducing) properties.
· Cannabigerol (CBG): Known as the “mother of all cannabinoids” because others are synthesized from its acidic form CBGA. It is non-psychoactive and is being researched for potential neuroprotective, anti-inflammatory, and antibacterial effects.
· Cannabinol (CBN): A minor cannabinoid that forms as THC ages and degrades. It is mildly intoxicating but primarily known for its sedative properties and p[potential use as a sleep aid. I can tell you that I search for strains high in CBN for severe insomnia. The strain that almost instantly puts me to sleep is Purple Cheisel.
· Cannabichromene (CBC): A non-psychoactive cannabinoid that’s being studied for its potential effects on pain and inflammation. This one will definitely help with chronic pain.
· Tetrahydrocannabinolic Acid (THCA): The non-psychoactive precursor to THC, found in raw cannabis. When heated it converts to THC. It has potential anti-inflammatory and neuroprotective properties.
· Cannabidolic Acid (CBDA): The raw, unheated precursor to CBD, found in fresh cannabis. When heated it converts to CBD. It may have stronger anti-inflammatory and anti-nausea effects than CBD in its raw form.
· Delta-8 THC: A psychoactive compound similar to THC, though its effects are less potent. It occurs in small quantities in the cannabis plant but can be synthetically produced from CBD (https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov, 2023). I don’t personally have a problem with the idea of delta-8 and delta-9 products. What I do have a problem with is the fact that they are not regulated and are sold in gas stations to people making them sick. Those products are not safe at all. Because we don’t know what all is in them.
The topic of cannabinoids has a lot of information available. And I won’t bore you with all the very distinct information. As I have said about terpenes, get to know your cannabinoids. It’s imperative when seeking to fine tune your cannabis regimen. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’
Affirmation: My mind, body and spirit are my top priority. Cannabis aids with each.
“On 4/20, my cats don’t judge my vibes. They just steal my snacks and act like they invented relaxation.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today’s blog is not just a vibe. If you’re new here, welcome to This Puzzled Life. It’s where the energy is always slightly unhinged. The cats have more personality than sense. And the universe occasionally sends Snoop Dogg to supervise whatever nonsense is happening in the living room.
The living room is suspiciously calm. It’s the kind of calm that makes you immediately assume someone is doing something they shouldn’t. A sunbeam is stretched across the floor like it’s been blessed by the universe. And glowing so dramatically it could sell skincare. Even the dust particles look like they’re floating around with purpose.
I step in and instantly sense that my cats are acting extra mellow. Not normal mellow. Not “we napped for six hours” mellow. But “did someone replace our brains with warm mashedpotatoes?” mellow. Tinkerbell is melted into the sunbeam like a retired yoga instructor. Coco is staring at the wall like it just revealed a plot twist. And Piper is on her back. And smiling at the ceiling like she’s discovered enlightenment or a new conspiracy theory.
You haven’t even lit your stinky healing medication yet. And somehow the cats are already vibing harder than you. It’s a full‑blown 4/20 circus starring one human with “smelly healing medication.” Three judgmental cats. And a surprise cameo from Snoop Dogg. And he absolutely did not sign up for the chaos he walked into.
Me: “Okay. Why is everyone staring at the wall like it owes them money?”
Tinkerbell: “Shhh. Today is sacred. Today is 4/20. The Day of Chill. The Festival of Vibes.”
Coco: “It’s the holiday where humans get very relaxed. And eat snacks like they’re being timed.”
Piper: “Snacks? I love snacks!”
falls over dramatically
Me: “Sweetheart, you fall over every day. That’s not a holiday thing. That’s a “you” thing.”
Tinkerbell: “As High Priestess of the Sunbeam, I declare this a day of peace, softness, and staring at nothing with great purpose.”
Coco: “Basically, we’re honoring the humans’ tradition of being extremely chill.”
Tinkerbell: “Step two: Eat snacks until you forget what time is.”
Me: “That explains the empty treat bag.”
Coco: “We were spiritually aligned with the holiday.”
Me: “You were spiritually aligned with theft.”
Tinkerbell: “Step three: Stare at something very intensely for no reason. A wall. A shoe. A ghost only you can see.”
Piper: “I see ghosts all the time!”
Coco: “We know. You scream at the air at 3 a.m.”
Me: “I thought that was a demon. Turns out it was just Piper yelling at dust.”
Piper: “So 4/20 is just being cozy and happy?”
Tinkerbell: “Exactly. A day of calm. A day of peace. A day where even Coco stops judging.”
Coco: “Let’s not lie to the child.”
Me: “Can we all agree to just vibe today?”
All Three Cats: “Yes.”
Me: “Okay, I lit the charcoal, I sprinkled the sage, and now I’m lighting the stinky healing medication. Let the vibes begin.”
Tinkerbell: “The air smells like regret and pinecones.”
Coco: “Is this the thing that makes you stare at the fridge for 20 minutes?”
Piper: “I like it! It smells like adventure!”
Me: “It’s medicine. It helps me chill, breathe, and not spiral into existential dread when the dishwasher beeps.”
Tinkerbell: “I respect your rituals. But the vibe is missing something.”
Snoop Dogg: “Y’all rang?”
Coco: “Oh my God it’s Snoop Dogg!”
Piper: “I thought you were a myth! Like the sock monster or the concept of “boundaries”!”
Piper: “Bow‑wow‑smooth‑wow, sunshine on my tail now, rollin’ in the vibe cloud!” (Still off‑key. Still confident. Still wrong.”
Me: “Oh no. She’s about to do The Thing.”
Coco: “Brace yourselves. Her legs are about to file for divorce.”
Tinkerbell: “Let the child embarrass herself. It builds character.”
Piper: “Watch this, Uncle Snoop!”
starts doing a chaotic little foot shuffle that looks like she’s trying to tap dance, moonwalk, and dodge imaginary lasers at the same time
Me: “Piper, baby, that’s not a dance. That’s a medical mystery.”
Coco: “She’s moving like her paws are buffering.”
Tinkerbell: “I’ve seen spilled noodles with more coordination.”
laughing so hard he has to hold onto the couch
Snoop Dogg: “Lil mama. I don’t know what that move is, but it’s definitely somethin’.”
Piper: “It’s my signature move. I call it “The Vibey Shuffle of Destiny.”
Me: “It looks like your feet are arguing.”
Coco: “It looks like gravity is winning.”
Tinkerbell: “It looks like performance art created by someone who’s never seen a performance.”
Piper: “I am the beat! spins, falls, gets up, keeps going like a tiny furry warrior.”
Snoop: “Ayy… she fearless though. Every squad needs one member who dances like the floor is giving them secret instructions.”
Piper: “Thank you, Snoop. I am an icon.”
Coco: “You are a hazard.”
Snoop: “Nah, lil homie. I’m real. And I came to bless this 4/20 with peace, love, and a whole lotta chill.”
Me: “Snoop, I’m honored. I’ve got my smelly healing medication, my cats, and a sunbeam. What else do I need?”
Snoop: “You need to relax, vibe, and let the universe do its thing. Also snacks. Never forget the snacks.”
Tinkerbell: “I’m melting into the sunbeam now. I am one with the carpet.”
Coco: “I’m still judging, but I’m doing it with rhythm.”
Piper: “I’m vibing so hard I forgot how to blink.”
Snoop: “That’s the spirit. 4/20 ain’t just about the smoke. It’s about the soul. The healing. The joy. The softness. The unapologetic chill.”
Me: “Can you stay forever?”
Snoop: “I’m always here in the vibe. In the playlist. In the part of your brain that says, “you deserve rest.”
Tinkerbell: “I respect your rituals. But the house smells like a skunk got promoted to shaman.”
Coco: “I Googled it. Apparently, humans use this plant to “relax.” You don’t look relaxed. You look like you’re trying to remember your own name.”
Me: “That’s part of the process.”
Piper: “Can I have some?”
Me: “Absolutely not. You’re already chaotic enough. You tried to fight a sock yesterday.”
Piper: “It was looking at me funny.”
Tinkerbell: “So what does this “healing medication” actually do?”
Me: “It helps my body feel less like a haunted house. It quiets the noise. It softens the edges. It makes the world feel less like it’s yelling.”
Coco: “And it makes you eat cereal at 2 a.m.”
Me: “That too.”
Piper: “I like this holiday. You’re soft and giggly and you dropped a treat on the floor.”
Tinkerbell: “I still think it smells like a wizard’s armpit.”
Me: “It’s not for everyone. But it’s for me. And today, we honor the healing. Even if it’s stinky.”
So today, as you celebrate 4/20 the way your cats would want: with softness, silliness, sunbeams, snacks, and a healthy dose of “what is that smell?” A day where the world slows down, the energy softens, and the only thing on the agenda is vibes.
May your medicine heal. May your cats judge you lovingly. May your snacks be plentiful. May your cats be mellow little chaos muffins. And may you, like Tinkerbell, Coco, and Piper, find a sunbeam and melt into it. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’
Affirmation: On 4/20, I embrace my inner cat: I stretch, I snack, I vibe, and I refuse to explain myself to anyone.
“If 4/20 is the High Holy Day, then my living room is the cathedral and the munchies are communion.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Tonight, we prepare the house like the ancestors intended. Not for angels. Not for Santa. Not for judgmental Southern aunties who think essential oils are witchcraft. It’s for Uncle Snoop. The Patron Saint of Peaceful Vibes and Premium Herb. He’s the bringer of gifts. Guardian of grinders. Distributor of munchies. And benevolent overseer of all things chill.
In this household, 4/20 Eve is not just a date. It’s a holy observance. A spiritual checkpoint. A moment when the veil between the earthly realm and the land of Good Weed grows thin. We cleanse the air. We bless the living room. We light the charcoal like we’re opening a portal to a calmer dimension. We sprinkle the sage like we’re sweeping out every last bit of Southern guilt, generational trauma, and whatever nonsense the neighbors prayed over us last Sunday. And the cats? Oh, they’re already in formation.
It’s the holiday. It’s the Easter, Christmas, Ramadan, and Homecoming of the cannabis community all rolled into one beautifully aromatic cloud. The day when stoners worldwide rise up, slowly, gently, after finding their glasses. And celebrate the sacred plant with the reverence of monks. And the snack budget of unsupervised teenagers. It’s the one day a year when the grinders shine a little brighter. The snacks taste a little better. The vibes hit a little smoother. And even the cats act like they understand the spiritual significance. 4/20 is the Holy Day of the Herb. The Sabbath of Sativa. The Pentecost of Pineapple Express. The Passover of “Pass that over here.” And if Hallmark had any sense, they’d be selling cards.
Down here in the Deep South, 4/20 Eve exists in this delicious cultural tension. It’s where half the neighborhood is prepping casseroles for Wednesday night church. And the other half is out on the porch arranging grinders and nugs like they’re setting up a devotional altar to Saint Sativa. Because while conservative Christians love to act scandalized enough to need a fainting couch, they will absolutely swallow three prescription pills, a CBD gummy shaped like a dove, and a Tylenol PM before bed and call it “the Lord’s medicine.”
These are the same folks who will declare marijuana “a gateway to sin” while fanning themselves like they just heard a rumor about the pastor’s nephew. And squinting at you with that judgmental Sunday‑school side‑eye. And whisper‑praying loud enough for the whole fellowship hall to hear. And don’t get me started on Southern traditions they cling to like a monogrammed life preserver. The “We don’t do that in this house.” Meanwhile Uncle Ronnie has been high since the Reagan administration. The “We believe in good Christian values.” Meanwhile half the congregation is outside after service smoking cigarettes so strong they could sandblast the steeple. And the “Marijuana is a drug.” Meanwhile they’re sipping communion wine like it’s bottomless brunch at the Cracker Barrel.
Here we are laying out the grinders, papers, and whispering our intentions to the night air like we’re calling on those Patron Saint of Peaceful Vibes. And to have a day of peace, snacks, reflection, and communal joy. A day where nobody judges you for being exactly who you are. Because if Santa can have cookies, Snoop can have grinders.
Every culture has its traditions. Some folks hang stockings. Some leave carrots for reindeer. Some light candles. Some bake pies. Some pretend their in-laws aren’t judging their life choices from the couch.
In this Mississippi rooted, cat-ruled, chaos-blessed sanctuary, we observe 4/20 Eve by performing the ancient ritual of Leaving Snoop on the Stoop. We don’t wait for Snoop Dogg. We prepare for him.
Step One: Sweep the Stoop Like You Expect Company
Not regular company. Legendary company. You can’t have Snoop Dogg pulling up to your porch and stepping on last week’s leaves, a rogue Amazon box, and whatever emotional debris the wind blew in from your neighbor’s divorce. No ma’am. You sweep that stoop like you’re about to host Beyoncé, Oprah, and the ghost of Bob Marley for brunch.
Step Two: Lay Out the Offerings
This is where the ritual gets serious. You place them gently. Reverently. Like you’re arranging communion wafers but for the spiritually elevated.
A clean grinder (because Snoop deserves fresh teeth on his herbs).
A rolling tray (preferably one that doesn’t still have glitter from that one craft project you swore you’d finish).
A nug or two of your finest stash (don’t be stingy generosity is how blessings multiply).
A lighter that actually works (don’t embarrass the household).
Arrange it all neatly, like a charcuterie board for the chronically chill.
Step Three: Whisper Your Intentions Into the Night Air
This is the part where the cats gather around you like you’re summoning something. Piper sits there judging your posture. Coco is sniffing the grinder like she’s TSA. Tinkerbell is already trying to knock the lighter off the stoop because she’s chaotic neutral. You close your eyes and whisper, “Snoop, if you’re out there, bless this house with new goodies, fresh vibes, and the strength to ignore our group chats tomorrow.” The wind rustles. A neighbor coughs. A raccoon side-eyes you from the trash can. The universe has heard you.
Step Four: Go Inside and Pretend You’re Not Checking the Living Room Every 12 Minutes
The magic only works if you act casual. You can’t be peeking out the blinds like you’re waiting on a DoorDash driver who’s lost in your neighborhood cul-de-sac. No. You must trust the process. Snoop arrives when Snoop arrives.
Step Five: Wake Up on 4/20 Morning to See What the Stoop Has Blessed You With
Maybe it’s a new grinder. Maybe it’s a pre-roll. Maybe it’s just the same stuff you left out because the cats knocked everything over at 3 a.m. But the point isn’t the goodies. The point is the ritual. The community. That’s the kind of magic the South needs in this current political environment.
In this house, the cats take 4/20 Eve dead serious. They act like Uncle Snoop is their long‑lost godfather. And they’re responsible for making sure the porch looks like a spiritual retreat for the chronically relaxed. As soon as I start sweeping the stoop, they materialize like I rang a tiny, invisible bell.
Piper sits on the welcome mat like she’s the head of the Stoop Committee. And supervising with that “I’m not mad, just disappointed” face she inherited from every Southern grandmother who ever lived. Coco is pacing the porch rail like a mall cop. Sniffing every grinder, tray, and nug like she’s conducting a federal inspection. If Snoop ever did show up, Coco would absolutely frisk him for contraband he brought himself. And Tinkerbell is already trying to rearrange the offerings. She’s nudging the lighter two inches to the left. Then three inches to the right. Then knocking the rolling papers off the stoop entirely. Because “feng shui,” apparently.
Together, they’re preparing for Uncle Snoop like he’s Santa Claus, Beyoncé, and the UPS man all rolled into one. They know the legend. On 4/20 Eve, if you leave out clean grinders, fresh papers, and a little herb on the stoop, Uncle Snoop might swing by with gifts for your stash.
The cats take their roles seriously. Piper guards the doorway like she’s checking names off a VIP list. Coco patrols the perimeter for squirrels, raccoons, and Baptists. Tinkerbell keeps knocking things over until the “energy feels right.”
By the time we’re done, the stoop looks like a cross between a spiritual altar and a very relaxed yard sale. If Snoop Dogg ever did stroll up our walkway, he’d take one look at these three furry porch greeters and say, “Yeah, this house gets it.”
Inside the house, the cats take their 4/20 Eve responsibilities so seriously you’d think they were preparing for a surprise inspection from the Department of Elevated Affairs. As soon as I say, “Alright y’all, Uncle Snoop might swing by tonight.” The entire feline staff snaps into action like they’ve been training for this moment their whole lives.
Pipertrots into the kitchen with the confidence of a woman who has hosted many a church potlucks. And knows exactly where the good serving bowls are kept. She sits by the pantry door staring at me like, “Open it. We need the good snacks. Uncle Snoop is not showing up to a table full of off‑brand pretzels.”I pull out the munchie food that consists of chips, cookies, gummies, the emergency stash of Honey Buns. And she supervises while I arrange them on the coffee table.
Coco is doing laps around the living room, sniffing everything like she’s TSA at the Atlanta airport. She inspects the grinders. She inspects the rolling papers. She inspects the bag of chips like she’s checking for counterfeit snacks. If Snoop Dogg walked in with a backpack full of gifts, Coco would absolutely pat him down and say, “Sir, I’m gonna need you to unzip that.”
Tinkerbell, meanwhile, is dragging random objects into the living room to “improve the vibe.” A sock. A toy mouse. A single Q‑tip. And a receipt from 2021. She keeps knocking the lighter off the table, then looking at me like, “It didn’t spark joy. I’m helping.” She also insists on sitting directly in the middle of the snack spread like she’s the centerpiece. By the time they’re done, the living room looks like a cross between a stoner’s welcome banquet, a Southern auntie’s snack table, and a crime scene where the only victim is my sense of order.
May your stash be plentiful, your lighters be loyal, your cats be merciful, and your stash be blessed by the Doggfather himself. May your snacks be abundant and your responsibilities minimal. Happy 4/20 Eve, y’all. Thanks for reading! And God Bless 420 tomorrow morning.
Affirmation: Today I move with the calm confidence of someone whose snacks are blessed. Whose stash is protected. And whose spirit is aligned with the sacred frequency of Uncle Snoop.
“I don’t smoke weed to escape reality. I smoke it to make reality funnier.”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negativity energy, go away. This little genetically mysterious strain that will help with the stress of the “Black Friday” hoopla.
Black Velvet is a 50/50 hybrid with rumors of the genetics being a cross between The Black X Burmese Kush. The Black is a 90% indica-dominant hybrid that is derived from Afghan, Vietnamese, and Mexican landraces. But the exact genetics I have yet to find. Burmese Kush is a cross between Burmese x SFV OG Kush (San Fernando Valley).
The major terpene found is Pinene. And this is usually the terpene that handles the added dose of anxiety. However, the dark strains are typically indica-dominant. This will help tremendously with that tiring day of shopping. Patients have reported relief from anxiety, some chronic pain, glaucoma, bipolar disorder with associated mood swings, and eating disorders. Keep blazin.’ And stay safe.
Affirmation: I am choosing a strain and dosage that supports my intentions and enhances my experience.
“The best way I could describe the effect of the marijuana and hashish is that it would make me relaxed and creative.”
-Steve Jobs
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. I’m going to tell you about a strain that will be the perfect “get up and go” that you need to help make it through this Thanksgiving Holiday and beyond.
Green Crack was the name that Snoop Dogg gave to the strain Green Cush. It is a sativa hybrid that will give you a shot of energy and a calmness for dealing with all of the crowds surrounding Thanksgiving. I will warn you about this strain being known to cause an increase in anxiety. For those that enjoy sativas, I will not fight you for this one. But for people like us who have panic attacks, this is an arch nemesis.
This strain’s genetics are a cross between Skunk #1 x and an unknown indica. It’s a 65/35 sativa dominant. And trust me, it’s very sativa. The top terpenes in this strain are myrcene, caryophyllene, and pinene. Pinene is the big anxiety terpene. The other two are used with pain which is usually seen in indica-dominant strains. Don’t get too brave with this one if you have anxiety.
The taste is one that is a mixture of fruity, pine and sweet. And if I’m honest, I would tell you that the taste is actually pretty good compared to heavy indicas that taste hazy. Medical benefits include depression, ADHD, migraines, fatigue, bipolar, chronic pain, appetite, and stress.
The opinion about the effects of this strain are mine only. However, it might work differently for you. The beauty of cannabis is that there is no “one size fits all.” What works for me might not work for you and vice versa. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin’!
Affirmation: I love that I love weed as much as I love weed.
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Okie dokie! Today, I want to talk to you about the differences in head shops and smoke shops. There is a noticeably significant difference. Some people refer to these types of businesses as the same. They are not.
First of all, we need to discuss why they are called “Head Shops.” The term was actually used during the ‘sixties in the U.S. It was based off a statement people used at that time called “getting your head right.” And more specifically among pot heads. While most headshops today carry a variety of products. Initially head shops only carried a few pipes, bongs, rolling papers. And as you can discern the products and interior of the shops specified cannabis culture. They also eccentric records, psychedelic posters and books consistent with the hippie movement. These types of smoking products were considered illegal paraphernalia and had to be concealed.
When I was much younger there was a local headshop that I used to frequent that was run by two old hippies. And it was the coolest store that really catered to local hippies and the cannabis culture. I loved to go look around especially in the dark room that was draped with a beaded curtain. They had some really impressive psychedelic posters complete with the rich smell of pachouli incense burning. As the shop owners aged, the shop was eventually closed.
It wasn’t until I became a medical cannabis patient that I began to seriously look at the products in these types of stores. There was nothing better than going in a looking at the new glass pieces and other smoking accessories. I would eventually learn about dab rigs and cannabis concentrates. I had no idea that bongs were actually called “water pipes.” I went inside and asked the employees where the bongs were located. They said, “You can’t use that term because it refers to paraphernalia. We sale “water pipes” used to smoke tobacco.” I told them, “Well, I’ve never heard them called anything but a bong.” At that point, I was asked to leave. I had no idea what had just transpired. Apparently, using the term “water pipe” was the loophole in the law regarding legal paraphernalia. And you could not even mention terms like “bongs” and still be allowed to continue shopping.
What I would eventually learn is how many “designer drugs” were being sold out of those stores. I was thinking the whole time, I could’ve gotten myself in a lot more trouble with addiction had I realized what all types of products were sold at some. I also realized that I had to learn about everything that were being sold legally because of that loophole. I will cover some of those dangerous substances in future blog posts.
The modern head shops are now able to release a lot of those anxieties about selling cannabis culture items. The main reason is that the stigmas about smoking marijuana have largely dissipated with the legalization of both medical and recreational cannabis. However, there are still dangerous substances that continue to be sold to teens who have absolutely no idea what some of those substances contain nor the damage they can do. I am in no way demonizing head shops. I personally still love going shopping in them and looking at the newest products. And I have bought several items that compliment my personal cannabis use.
Smoke shops are businesses that sell tobacco and accessories for smoking tobacco. These include cigars, cigarettes, pipes, loose tobacco, hookah accessories, e-cigarettes and e-liquids. Smoke shops have to abide by state and federal regulations regarding tobacco sales. Which include not selling tobacco or related products to customers under the age of twenty-one.
When it comes to 420 celebrations, headshops are the way to go. But as a word of caution, do your own research about products that you hear are the newest fads. Most of the time the rigorous testing that is required to sell medical or recreational cannabis is not required on “designer drugs.” So, you never quite know what companies are actually using to enhance the psychoactive substances that are in the products. The smoking accessories that I’ve bought are not included in the dangers. It’s the substances that are not regulated that carrying the sometimes-devastating dangers unknown to the public. When all else fails, buy your cannabis from a reputable dispensary. And then go home and get faded in the safety of your home.
“The true face of smoking is disease, death and horror-not the glamour and sophistication the pushers in the tobacco industry try to portray.”
“As a part of a balanced breakfast on 4/20, don’t forget to eat your Weedies!”
-Unknown
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Okie dokie! Hello, everyone and Happy 420! It’s National Smokeout Day! I’m blazing this fine morning. What about you? This is the second best day of the year for me. Today, I want to tell you about the legend of 4/20.
In 1971, five students in San Rafael, California who went to San Rafael High School coined the term as part of the search for an abandoned cannabis crop. It was based on a treasure map made by the grower. And They called themselves the Waldos because their designated hang-out spot was a wall outside of the school. And 4:20 pm was the meeting time. There were several failed attempts to find the crop. But the phrase evolved into a code word that the teens referred to for smoking cannabis.
In 1991 High Times Magazine reported that the term “420” referred to a police code which supposedly identified that they had spotted an individual or individuals smoking marijuana. However, this was an incorrect version of where the legend originated. In 1998, there was another story that stated that “Waldo” Reddis became a roadie for the Grateful Dead, in which, 4:20 pm was yet also designated time for smoking marijuana.
4/20 has become an international cannabis culture holiday. It is actually considered half celebration and half call to action. And global movements like this cannot be stopped. Users protest in civil disobedience by gathering in public to smoke at 4:20 pm. As cannabis continues to be decriminalized and legalized worldwide, a cannabis activist Steve DeAngelo states “even if our activists work were complete, 420 morphs from a statement of conscience to a celebration of victory, a celebration of our amazing connection with this plant” which “will always be worthy of celebration.”
In North America major observances have been held at locations that include:
New York City: Washington Square Park (Manhattan)
Boston: Boston Common
San Francisco: “Hippie Hill” in Golden Gate Park
Santa Cruz: Porter College at University of California, Santa Cruz
Washington, D.C.: National Mall, United States Capitol
Vancouver: The Vancouver Art Gallery and Sunset Beach
Montréal: Le Mont Royal George-Étienne Cartier Monument
Denver: Civic Center Park
Ottawa: Parliament Hill and Major’s Hill Park
Edmonton: The Alberta Legislature Building
Boulder: Campus of the University of Colorado Boulder
Toronto: Nathan Phillips Square and Yonge-Dundas Square
Berkeley: Campus of University of California, Berkeley on the Memorial Glade
Mexico City: Mexican Senate under the slogan Platon 420.
Ann Arbor: Hash Bash
St. Louis, Missouri: Loop 420 Fest at Delmar Loop
And many other locations.
I was lucky to be able to attend the Cannabis Cup in Denver one year. They gave out free dabs in several places. Cannabis culture businesses had booths about their products. The ongoing Cannabis Cup competition for best grown strains. Lectures about current legislation and oh so many other things. There were lines a mile long just to get into the event. But unlike events that consist of drunk rednecks who want to fight about everything, there were no fights among the very large gathering of 60,000 people. We were all high and had the munchies and dry mouth by the time we walked through the gates. The atmosphere was like heaven for me. It was amazing! Afterwards, Mel and I went to local dispensaries to gather more goodies. Who did I run into? Snoop Dogg. He was going to be performing at the Cannabis Cup later that day. I was completely starstruck. Such an easy going, chill guy. I love him and his music!
No matter where you may be located, 420 is a day where the liberation of enjoying such a beautiful plant can occur. If you are like me, I will start planning my own celebration for this wonderful event in my own casa. I have my music picked out. My different strains of weed and grinder are readily available. Movies about marijuana and cannabis culture are listed to watch. Pipes freshly cleaned. Concentrates close at hand. Blunts and cones (not boobies) prepared. And plenty of junk food and grills warming up for the munchies. God Bless the plant and the United States of 420!
“Happy 420, enjoy prison when they do a Happy 4/21 National Drug Test Day!”
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Okie dokie! As we begin to prepare for the holiday 420 among we marijuana smokers, I thought I would tell you about some of the many, many products that you can use to enjoy the holiday in “HIGH” fashion. This, again, is not a comprehensive list. There are just way too many items to try out. However, this list will definitely get you started on your “to-do list.”
Okay! Let’s begin with the product that most people associate with smoking marijuana, it’s the flower. The term “weed” comes from the plant itself. Because it is “literally” a weed. The difference is known as a strain. And within these strains are the genetics which is the framework that determines the levels of Cannabidiol (CBD) the non-psychoactive substance and Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) the psychoactive substance that gets you high. And are the “sticky icky” substances that look like fine white hairs. I think it’s imperative to tell you that the plant actually produces THCa. But went heated the THCa is converted to THC. The amount of THC in the marijuana of the 1970’s was around 1%-3%. In comparison to today the THC levels, in the flower, range between about 14%-30% on average. That has been my experience. And I have bought and smoked a lot of cannabis in the last 10 years. These levels were probably inconceivable back then. The weed these days needs those levels to help with medical conditions. The higher levels of THC provide relief in particular to chronic pain and insomnia. Not that CBD doesn’t work on its own at some level. The e THC does, in fact, provide so much more relief. There are strains that are genetically developed and cultivated for a higher level of CBD 1;1 ratio. And a lot of the high CBD strains typically have much lower levels of THC. For those who don’t enjoy the feeling of the high, these strains are for you. I will even mix one of these strains in my pipe before I smoke a bowl giving me some additional relief.
Terpenes are the substances in the plant that do not get you high. These are in every plant. However, they do provide a relaxing effect and relieve pain. While also comprising over 30,000 compounds. Terpenes are NOT cannabinoids. But they have the same effect on your endocannabinoid system. They are also partially responsible for the individual tastes of each plant. They also determine, in conjunction, with the plant’s genetics what types of effects that you can likely experience. If you think you can benefit, learn the terpenes and genetics of the strains that you use. I personally have created a spreadsheet of the strains I try. And include a rating system along with the genetics so that I can narrow down which ones work best for me. This will help you navigate the medical part of your cannabis use.
There are 3 different types of cannabis. They are indica, sativa, and hybrids. The indicas will give you a very intense “body high” known as “couch lock.” And this is when you get so high that you might stare in place for several minutes to hours at a time. Usually, meaning that you can’t get off the couch. You want the cheetos but, at the moment, you can’t figure out how to get to them. No worries. It will only last for about 30-45 minutes, depending on how high you are, to drop from the clouds. Then you just re-up and go again. I use strains that are very indica dominant in nature. I am still able to get up and do the things I need to do. But some people cannot. This will also help you determine what you like and don’t like. The medicine of the plant will begin to work continuously. The “high” of the THC will slowly diminish.
Sativas are most closely associated with a very “cerebral” type of high. These are very good if you need an antidepressant. It’s the type of strain where you can still get up and do housework or go back to work. Caution with these as they can increase anxiety. And from personal experience, I have panic attacks just fine without them. I am very sensitive to sativas.
Hybrids are just that: They are a combination of the two types of strains varying in percentages of each. I have found that hybrids are much more readily available than pure indicas. While you can find them, you don’t see them as much. So, in that case, I use an indica-dominant hybrid strain. Each strain has its own goofy name. Don’t let that fool you. It’s still good medicine.
Some people who smoke recreationally are more concerned with the level of THC in a particular strain. And if all you want to do is get “high”, go for it. Medically and psychiatrically, I just need my medicine to work. I have used some 30% THC levels only to be disappointed that my needs were not met. And I have used some at around 15% that have worked just fine. There isn’t a set standard for medical patients. You just have to continue through trial and error to find what you like. I typically have around 10-15 different strains at any given time. So, when I wake up in the morning, I can determine at that time what I will use during the day. And the region of the country that you’re in will differ in strains everywhere you go. I encourage you to try, as many as you can, even on vacation.
Take your time with this process. Don’t’ go too big, too quickly, or you will have a bad experience and put a sour taste in your memory. You won’t die from an overdose. Because that’s not even possible but you’ll wish you did. You would then be cheating yourself out of this beautiful plant experience. Also, if you reach levels of intoxication, be responsible and don’t drive. You will still get a DUI.
If you have a recreational marijuana program in your state go to the dispensaries and talk with a local budtender now. The closer you get to 420 the more the products will disappear or be picked over. Always have a copy of High Times Magazine nearby to keep up with the latest trends in cannabis culture. Smoke a bowl for me! Thanks for reading!
“The illegality of cannabis is outrageous, an impediment of full utilization of a drug which helps produce the serenity and insight, sensitivity, and fellowship so desperately needed in this increasingly mad and dangerous world.”
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