When I first moved to L.A., you needed a prescription card to buy weed. I had zero experience with edibles. I was going on a flight, and my friend, who had a card, asked me if I wanted an edible for the flight. I said, what the hell. He asked me what strength and I said “the strongest.”
First of all, once it kicked in, all I could say to my wife as she drove me to the airport was, “I’m so high.”
Then I was on a something like eight-hour flight high off my ass, unable to stretch out or move or even do much. And this was pre-smartphone days, so I couldn’t even relax and watch a movie.
Do not do really strong edibles and fly commercially in the 2000s is what I’m saying.