Let’s pretend I got in the car this morning, drove the hour to Denver, shopped at one of the dozens of green cross stores doing a brisk over-the-counter business this day, provided identification to prove I was at least 21 years old, bought a quantity of herbal medicine along with some mechanism to smoke it, drove the hour back home, lit up the newly-legal substance, and began to hallucinate about the new year.
It could happen. Well, not likely. But let’s say I could bend time, distance, the snowy weather, and a will to enter an altered mental state this morning with false drugs. What unbounded world might I imagine under the influence of that smoky herb?
The first thing I’d dump out of my paradise would be [Read more…]