Pubdate: Thu, 28 Apr 2016
Source: Portland Mercury (OR)
Column: Cannabuzz
Copyright: 2016 The Portland Mercury
Note: Author: Not Josh Jardine


What's It Like to Live with a Weed Columnist?

OUR CANNABUZZ COLUMNIST had a rough week, starting with 
overconsumption on 4/20, followed by the loss of our greatest 
Granddaddy Purple, Prince. As Josh Jardine gets his head together, 
man, we bring in a special guest columnist-his long-suffering 
girlfriend. Wishing to remain anonymous (for myriad 
easy-to-understand reasons), let's refer to her as "C."

As my boyfriend recovers from his newest self-designed 4/20 
challenge, AKA "How Many Marijuana Gummies Can I Fit in My Mouth at 
One Time?" (Answer: 28, and also, why babe? Why?), I've been asked to 
take over this week's column.

Look, I'll be honest: I'm not a big pothead, but I live with one. And 
I'm often asked what it's like to be the girlfriend of someone so 
immersed in the wide, wide world of weed.

"Immersed" is an apt term. If Josh and I were hamsters, weed would be 
our wood shavings. There is weed everyfuckingwhere. And by that, I 
mean you can open any drawer, box, cabinet, Sterilite tub, suitcase, 
or duffle bag and find some form of weed. I'm fairly certain that 
glass jars of various sizes are breeding like rabbits while we sleep. 
If there's a flat surface at our place, it's ripe for the placement 
of weed-most likely already ground up. Which is awesome for our two 
cats, who have zero concerns about walking through piles of ground-up weed.

The jars. Dear god, there are so many jars, in so many sizes, filled 
with so many types of weed. All labeled clearly and lined up by date, 
right? No. Nooooo, quite the opposite. Last week, I asked what was in 
a jar that had burst forth from one of our overstuffed cabinets. 
Captain Chronic peered at it for a long moment and solemnly 
responded, "I think it's weed, babe." You... don't... say.

How is all of this weed consumed? Through vaporizers. But if you 
think a single vape would suffice, I'm afraid you'd be quite wrong. 
No, we have an entire eight-cube Ikea structure-the kind used by 
normal people to store things like records or books-that's filled 
with all manner of tabletop and portable vapes. And, of course, their 
corresponding power cords, carrying cases, spare parts, cleaning 
tools, and printed instructions. Again, are these labeled? Organized? 
In any semblance of order? Survey says: No. Josh calls it the "Hall 
of Fame." I call it the "The Thing Most Likely to Fall and Kill Us in 
an Earthquake."

There are also the academic journals, i.e., the 15-year-old issues of 
High Times, Skunk, Weed World, plus shelves of books on how to grow, 
medical uses for cannabis, and more than a dozen volumes on cannabis cooking.

These have been very useful in helping my own Bernie Crocker whip up 
batch after batch of his weed-infused edibles, which I admit have 
been quite tasty. What these creations have not been? Marked in any 
way as being weed-infused. Anytime I find something homemade on the 
counter, I'm now conditioned to automatically ask, "Is there weed in 
this? Seriously, is there?" Maybe that's paranoid on my part, but you 
try consuming 500 milligrams of THC when you thought you were eating 
a freshly made cookie, and let me know if I'm paranoid. Yes, I'm 

Last weekend, Josh had to sample 31 different strains as an "Expert 
Judge" for a weed event. I was given the enviable task of jotting 
down his musings as he vaped all 31 strains at three different 
temperatures. "This one tastes like... lemons. This one tastes like 
fuel. This one tastes like fuel, perhaps made from... lemons." Oh, does it now?

To be fair, the term "canna widow" doesn't quite apply to me; he's 
not dead, at least not yet. As Josh likes to point out, no one EVER 
dies from over-consumption of cannabis (point taken, babe). And thank 
god, because at the rate he consumes it, I'd have him on death watch for sure.
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