So it seems that today’s date has some significance in the drug-enjoyist community. Based on my internet research, it seems that “4/20" is hepcat slang for a moist, potent drug-ball of some sort. Probably peyote and wacky-cheese or something. Anyway, we know you have good drug/car stories, so now’s the time to tell us! Also, we’re not cops.
If it helps, I’ll start. I don’t have anything too dramatic, but I can say that going karting while on shrooms is a remarkable experience I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend to anyone (ATTN: legal department: I’m not recommending this to anyone) and I do have one small tale of warning about cars, drugs, and the inherent deceptiveness of being high.
I was at some LA gallery show I had a small work in years ago, and at this show there were some brownies. Several varieties of them, actually, one of which, I realized midway into brownie three, were made with lots of rich, creamery THC. Pot brownies.
I wasn’t totally sure that I had, in fact, eaten the laced ones, but I felt fine the whole time, not even remotely high, so I figured I managed to get the conventional ones. Eventually, my wife (then-GF) and I decided to leave, and we walked out to my Beetle.
As soon as I sat down and started off, all of a sudden all that THC that had been waiting sprung on me at once, and immediately my body decided it wasn’t really able to control any of my parts.
I remember trying to get my limbs to do things by concentrating really hard and saying things like “Leg! depress clutch pedal by 5 inches. Arm! Grab gearshift and pull backwards four inches. Foot! Increase toe angle while in contact with throttle pedal!”
As you can imagine, this didn’t work so hot. I quickly realized that I could barely blink in unison, let alone drive, so I pulled over and let Sally drive. Sally has a weird superpower that makes her drug tolerance absurdly high, so she wasn’t affected at all. Or, she was just much better at dealing with it. Who knows. Anyway, she was totally fine to get my now sky-high ass home safe, where I could safely attempt to do such complicated tasks as drink from a glass.
Of course, we in no way condone any sort of driving under the influence, but that doesn’t mean we don’t want to hear your crazy stories! We’re nosy: tell us some good stuff.