

But the state is also coming to grips with the darker side of unleashing a drug as potent as marijuana on a horde of tourists of all ages and tolerance levels seeking a mellow buzz.Īs Jack Healy reported in The Times on Sunday, Colorado hospital officials “are treating growing numbers of children and adults sickened by potent doses of edible marijuana” and neighboring states are seeing more stoned drivers. Pot party planners are dreaming up classy events: the Colorado Symphony just had its first “Classically Cannabis” fund-raiser with joints and Debussy. But it turns out, five months in, that some kinks need to be ironed out with the intoxicating open bar at the Mile High Club.Ĭolorado raked in about $12.6 million the first three months after pot was legalized for adults 21 and over. I reckoned that the fact that I was not a regular marijuana smoker made me more vulnerable, and that I should have known better.


The next day, a medical consultant at an edibles plant where I was conducting an interview mentioned that candy bars like that are supposed to be cut into 16 pieces for novices but that recommendation hadn’t been on the label. It took all night before it began to wear off, distressingly slowly. As my paranoia deepened, I became convinced that I had died and no one was telling me. I strained to remember where I was or even what I was wearing, touching my green corduroy jeans and staring at the exposed-brick wall.
