BH 9: Stoned, but only very faintly

Like the rumor of a high. Or, perhaps the echo of a buzz

My latest morning habit has been to lean my torso over my bed’s side, drinking coffee as I consume some narrative storytelling from my laptop, on the floor. The world’s oldest teenager.

The movie might have been 1995’s Party Girl, a piffle of an indie film that I’d quit on two or three times before its sweet comedy seduced me. This specific morning might have been one of those times that I resisted the flick, but it had nothing to do with the sketchy motivation of Parker Posey’s lead character. Nope. There, right next to where my mattress meets its frame, lay a piece and a half of cannabis gummy!

A forgotten dose from my much-mourned Last Day with Weed.

Understand that 15 grams of THC is half of what I’ve taken for years in my hard workouts. And I had been seriously thinking about bumping up to 40 milligrams.

Would I even feel 15 milligrams?