I was never the type of person who got offered marijuana. Something about me — my habit of taking the front row seat in class, perhaps, or maybe my rapt attention during D.A.R.E. presentations — must have signaled to people that I was very, very eager to just say no. Consequently, I never got the chance to say it.
Flash forward 20 years and I’m living in Seattle down the road from Uncle Ike’s, a big, beautifully branded dispensary. By this time, I’d finally had the chance to try marijuana once or twice — a half-burned roach during a college party, some skunky shake smoked out of an apple at a beachside bonfire — but somehow I’d never had any success getting a buzz. I figured I needed something stronger, but I was afraid to go too strong. I had some vague idea that different strains offered different benefits, but I didn’t even know enough to type in a Google search. Every day, I passed Uncle Ike’s wishing I had the knowledge to go in and ask for what I wanted, but feeling too embarrassed to admit how little I knew.
Maybe you’re like me, a former straight-edge coming late to the party. Maybe you’re a person of high moral and ethical standards, for whom the recent legalization finally made it okay to partake. Or maybe you’ve been lackadaisical when it comes to pot, smoking whatever your friend/older brother/roommate happened to bring home.
Whether you’re eager to improve your knowledge or just hoping not to look like