First, a confession. I have become part of the marijuana economy. Well, kind of. I mean, I don’t partake myself. But last month I walked into a head shop to buy what friends describe as the “iPhone of vape pens,” that is, a sleek little silver tube that allows one to “vape” marijuana without any visible smoke or vapor.

It was a Christmas gift. The red-eyed young clerk who waited on me was like a refugee from a 1978 Cheech and Chong film. He kept calling me “man.” As I plunked down my credit card, I realized that I was experiencing,...

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