When I lived in L.A., weed was legal but only for medical and I didn’t have a card. I also wasn’t all that experienced with the strength of cannabis in California compared to Indiana where I grew up. So I was going to fly back home for a visit and my friend offered to give me an edible for the trip. I asked him to get me the strongest one because I thought, “what the hell.”
All I could say to my wife once I ate it was, “I’m so high.” And then I was on my own because I was flying by myself.
Flying by yourself next to a stranger for six hours crammed into a little airplane seat high off your ass is a very bad idea and I do not recommend it.