OK, it is possible to get to tripping status with cannabis. It’s even possible to do this by smoking it, although it’s quite difficult to smoke that much, in general.
The way to do that is to eat it. Not raw marijuana itself, but cooked into something edible containing oil or fat (and preferably yummy) at no more than 350° F. The heat releases all the important compounds (called cannabinoids) and lets them bind with the oil/fat, which then allows them to work properly through the wonders of your digestive system, which will not be detailed here at this time.
Don’t be turned off by the word “fat”: it doesn’t take much, but it is important. For example, lots of people have made “tea tea”, or tea steeped from marijuana leaves. Lots of fun, but more or less a waste if you want to actually feel anything, because hot water alone won’t release cannabinoids. You can even mix lots of good pot into a Starbucks latte or cappucino, and nothing will happen either, because all baristas know you must use skim (fat-free) milk for frothing!
But mix some of that ganja into anything with cheese, regular milk, butter (not margarine!), or cooking oil at the right temperature and hold on Nelly. This is why and how pot brownies (obligatory Alice B. Toklas reference) became so popular, and why I’m going to be posting all kinds of cool recipes that both start and cure the munchies simultaneously 🙂
Oh yes, I was talking about tripping. Well, it was a simple mistake really. I just happened to buy this cute little coffee cake from a local MMJ dispensary. It’s a little less than 3 x 4 inches, so I subconsciously figured it was a single serving. But just to be safe, I cut it into 4 parts and tried one of the parts.
Good idea, but wrong.
See, this wasn’t a regular coffee cake. Yes, yes, we all know it had marijuana in it, but my point is that its purpose was apparently to provide enough medication for quite a while. To put it another way, it should have been marked something like, “MMJ Party Cake! Perfect for you and like three dozen of your best friends!” Because, as I have subsequently calculated, the correct dose is closer to 1/8 of each of the pieces I cut. Kinda sorta like 1/32 of the whole cake. Which means that I essentially took an 8X overdose.
Luckily, marijuana is one of the least toxic substances known to man, so I didn’t have to worry about it killing me or anything. And fortunately, I have a lot of experience with all sorts of psychedelic delicacies.
Unfortunately, all that experience is more than 35 years old. So even though I was able to keep my head on straight most of the time, I had quite an interesting ride (“Oh, this again…now I remember!” But it was too late).
Before I get into the details of this (which will probably scare you enough anyway), let me please warn you of two things:
1. It’s hard to estimate the actual dose of an edible, especially if you’re making it yourself and you’ve never done it that way before, and
2. Edibles take generally anywhere between 20 minutes and an hour to take effect.
Which means that, if you’re testing an edible, you have to wait an hour before you decide to “try a bit more”. Because if you don’t, you run the risk of taking too much. And let me tell you, there is nothing quite like the feeling that you’re suddenly way in over your head, and you know it will be getting stronger soon, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.
In my case, I was just sitting around wondering whether anything was going to happen, when everything seemed to be happening at once. First I couldn’t move. Well, let’s just say I didn’t want to move. I had no reason to move. Sitting was just great.
Then time started slowing down. Way down. I talked to my wife and then there was a short pause. Like for a week or so. Then I said something else, very slowly. I waited a few days, and she answered. It was quite unnerving. So I decided to lay down (because I was suddenly worried I might fall down otherwise).
At this point I wasn’t sure what was what, exactly. In fact, I spent the next half hour trying to figure out whether I had died or not. I wasn’t very upset about this, you understand, just wanted to know the status of things. Nothing in the room was moving or making any sound. Well, there was a cat looking at me, and every few minutes she turned her head 90 degrees and back like a surveillance camera (not in a complete circle or anything). I felt like I was still alive, but I figured that was possibly just a side effect of being dead and any minute the ambulance guys would come in, shake their heads, and cart me away.
Finally I figured out a way to keep track of time so I would know if it was playing tricks on me, which would also help me figure out if I was actually alive. I put on my earphones and started listening to familiar old 60s music. Just like in Hudson Hawk, I pretty much knew all the lengths of every song from that era…and if I forgot, I could look at the times on my iPod. iPod…yeah, that has a clock in it. Wait…
The preceding three paragraphs had taken about 10 minutes of actual clock time.
I had about 12 hours of this to go.
Did I mention point #3 to keep in mind?
3. Edibles last a hell of a lot longer than smoking.
Be careful out there, you hear?