I’m forty soon and I’ve been smoking weed for over twenty years. I fucking love weed. I’ve never smoked like Snoop; never grown my own supply; never been a dealer, never owed a dealer and never felt like weed has been a hindrance to anything I’ve ever tried to achieve. So why do I feel like now is the time to let weed go for good?
A familiar landmark appears on the distant horizon. Above it the evening sky glows a portentous red. Our destination is less than ten miles away and I feel relief and anxiety equally.