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I Took Edibles Before a Flight
And this is what happened.
I was on my way home to Los Angeles after spending a week visiting my family in Alaska. I’d broken up with my girlfriend of nine months a few days before my trip, so having a little escape to take my mind off her was exactly what I needed. I usually have FOMO when I leave LA, but with the writer’s strike and the break-up, the stars aligned perfectly, so to Alaska, I went. I’m the only one of my four siblings who is unmarried and childless. Plus, I get gayer by the second. I didn’t bring much to Alaska, just a suitcase full of my dirty clothes, because it’s easier to fly thousands of miles to do laundry at my parent’s house than it is to take my hamper from upstairs to downstairs. I also brought a wide array of edibles because LA has the best weed, and I couldn’t risk being sober around my family all week.
I’m not a stoner by any means, and my tolerance level is very low. I take ten or fifteen milligrams a night, and that’s enough for me. And if I’m feeling really crazy, I’ll add a mid-priced bottle of Cabernet to the mix. I got into edibles during the Pandemic when I was catfished by this girl, Ashley, who lied about being a Physicist and professor at MIT, and turned out to be a low-level con artist instead. She would pretend to take ten milligrams, like me. But eventually, I realized she was taking closer to one hundred milligrams a day…
