I am dating a pothead

Also, once I officially gave in to a pot lifestyle, my brain slowed down by the perfect amount to let me, for the first time ever, sit and enjoy a book.

Unlike mom, though, I refused to ignore the common denominator: me.

So the discovery of pot was, for me, a mellowing godsend. My volatile girlfriend and I enjoyed more mindblowing sex while high.

That sounds ridiculous, but businesses whose employees pass drug tests get nice insurance breaks.

“We all smoke here,” admitted the flustered guitar store manager. ”Years later, I passed a drug test at New Orleans downtown public library with the aid of an orange drink called Vale, and then I began counting down six months of probationary days until the second test.

When I finally broke down and tried pot in college at the age of 20, I realized I’d judged it totally wrong.