I’ve smoked weed occasionally ever since I was like 16 with a brief intermission from the age of 18 to 21. I’m honestly not that into it. A lot of people smoke weed and get chilled out and can go about their day. I usually get incredibly lazy and just find myself wanting to eat insane amounts of food. I’m definitely not the kind of person who can smoke, and then have a good day, the few times I’ve smoked in the AM hours, I’ve pretty much hated my life afterwards. I would say that at most, I smoke weed on average once a week, usually at night a few hours before I go to sleep, and I almost never buy it.

One thing that I’d never tried until this trip, was eating weed. I know a lot of people who have done it and always heard that it was pretty intense. There’s a dude in SD who I will affectionately refer to as “Brownieman” who makes all kinds of butter, cookies and brownies with weed in them, and by all accounts that shit gets you FUCKED UP. Hoang ate half of a weed cookie early on in the trip and ended up turning a 5 minute drive into a 45 minute mission after getting incredibly lost. Then he fell asleep at a burger joint and when we woke him up, stumbled around on the strip, then started puking all over the street. Then he slept for 16 hours.

One thing I’m a fan of, is sushi. We went to a really good sushi place out there called Sushi Deli and I told Hoang we definitely needed to hit it up a second time later in the trip. After a riding session towards the end of the trip, I figured that weed makes me hungry, and we were going to the sushi spot, so why not eat half a weed cookie like Hoang had done? I weigh probably about twice as much as Hoang, so I figured I would be alright. Brownieman happened to be with us and he hooked it up. The cookie honestly tasted pretty bad. Imagine a sugar cookie that was cooked with a big pile of grass inside it and that describes what the cookie both looked and tasted like.

About 20 minutes after I ate the cookie, I started to feel it kicking in. We got to the sushi spot and by the time I ordered, I was seriously fucked. My whole body was tingling. You know how your head kinda tingles when you smoke weed normally? My whole body was like that and it was seriously fucking with me. When my food came, I dug in but I wasn’t even really that hungry, my whole body felt so fucking weird that I could barely enjoy the food. I remember thinking over and over that sushi is one of the craziest tasting foods ever, which is true, but it seemed extra true under the spell of the cookie. I was seriously dreading having to get up and leave the restaurant.

But eventually I had to, and I made it out fine. Hoang had to go study for a final, so we went with Brownieman to a hot tub spot he knew of where we could chill out. I sat in the back of his truck with Alex sitting in the front. There was some music playing, and it seriously put me into a trance. I was borderline passed out while sitting up and then all of a sudden, with no warning

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

I puked up every last bit of sushi all over Brownieman’s car. He was freaking out yelling at me “Holy fuck dude, open the door, puke out the door!” and I remember saying “I’M GOING TO FALL OUT OF THE CAR IF I DO THAT” (which was probably true since I really had almost no control over my body at that point). He pulled over and I stumbled out of the car. Alex lost his sense of smell a year or so ago when he was in a coma, so Brownieman had him pull out the floor mat that was covered in sushi. Alex described it was “a gigantic loogie with rice inside of it”. They decided after that to skip the hot tubs and went to Christian’s house, while I slept for 3 hours sitting up in Brownieman’s car. I ended up giving Brownieman 70 dollars to have his car detailed, but I got the cookie for free, so it wasn’t a total wash.

I felt high as fuck the entire next day too. It was seriously pretty horrible. I might try it again some time, but I’d want to eat less than I did that time (or at least space it out over the course of a night) and I’d definitely want to do it in a more comfortable environment, I’m sure that the motion of the car had a lot to do with me puking. Also to put Alex Platt’s weed tolerance into perspective, he ate 2 cookies (4x more than I ate) and described himself as “a little high”.