August 27, 2012
At the dispensary the display of edible cannabis triggered memories of a candy store. The friendly counter girl recommended the “fruity lozenges” that reminded me of tiny flying saucers in translucent green, red and yellow. They also looked like those flat glass beads from the seventies which made them strangely appetizing. This did not bode well for one who is allergic to pot, a reality I became aware of on the first leg of a flight to Paris. Atlanta’s airport is bad enough as it is, but it is no place for a tripping paranoiac to pass a three-hour layover.