The dangers of Prague pot cookies
“Something has happened”.
Those three words on a chilly Sunday morning were enough to warn me that something serious was going on. I tried calling, but only got a garbled, I can’t talk on the phone. ( To protect Sam from embarrassment, I am changing his name to Brian) I grabbed a warm jacket and rushed over to his place. There was no traffic to stop me or my mind from racing. “Brian” is a medical marijuana grower so I thought he had an accident feeding his young plants or worse. Opening the door to his apartment I could sense the waves of panic he was going through. Normally friendly and happy, Sam, I mean Brian was all business.
I was coming up the escalator from the supermarket when someone from the CIA took my picture he informed me in a hushed, frightened voice. He was slightly hunched over from the oppressive weight of surveillance. Now, not being an expert on security matters I couldn’t with all confidence say the CIA were not taking pictures of Brian, but I thought it was still quite unlikely. You have to remember it was Sunday morning, so the old brain was slow to kick into gear. Brian, have you been eating those pot cookies that we baked yesterday? Yes, I had one or two this morning, why?
I had a simply choice to make, reassure Brian that he is just a bit paranoid from the cookies, or play along with his paranoia. I looked him dead in the eye. Could you describe what this CIA operative looked like, I said. He was kind of fat and not very well dressed. My eyes opened wide, I have just seen him. He is standing out on the pavement taking pictures of this very apartment! We both moved to the window. Look, there he is I said. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the utter terror on Brian’s face and I couldn’t keep it together any longer. After a few moments of laughter , it must have registered how crazy he had sounded. After a quick look to make sure there was no CIA watching from the window, with relief and possibly a little embarrassment he laughed his ass off too.
Edibles are a fun way to consume cannabis, especially in Prague, but you do have to be careful not to eat too much. When cannabis is eaten, it moves from the stomach to the liver where it becomes 11-hydroxy-THC. This new compound can be four to five times more potent than THC, so even a hardened pot consumer can be floored by edibles. Less is more and all that! If you have an edibles experience, both myself and “Brian” would love to hear about it.