My hands are tingling. My eyelids are drooping. My body feels weightless. I am in a state of relaxation.
Seven minutes ago I ate 1/2 of a medical marijuana brownie for the first time in my life, and the effects have taken shape almost immediately. I feel great.
I don’t do drugs, never have, mostly because I don’t want to risk not being fully in control of my ability to function. I’m also very much of the opinion that I should only ever do something if there is a valid reason to do it, and I’ve never had a reason to do drugs.
The anxiety I was feeling about going skydiving has disappeared. The nervousness that I have about interviewing Lou Ferrigno for an article on Monday is gone. The anxiousness about my pitch meeting with Comedy Central on Tuesday has dissipated.
I didn’t know how the brownie would affect me, so I only ate 1/3 of it to start, and then waited 10 minutes. I really didn’t feel anything, so I consumed a little bit more. That did the job.
I’m not anti-marijuana or pro-marijuana. I have plenty of friends who are on both sides of that argument. I’ve seen the positive effects, like friends whose creativity is nurtured and friends who have overcame cancer with the help of the plant. But I’ve also seen the negative effects from friends who are inhibited from doing anything but sitting on a couch all day. Of course, that all likely has to do with the person.
The positive thing about not doing drugs is that I’ve always been worry-free when a potential employer has asked me to pee in a cup. Watch, now that I have some THC in my system, I’m sure I’ll be getting a call tomorrow to interview for my dream gig.
When I was younger I think people always assumed I was a pothead because my hair draped past my shoulders, I always wore flip-flops, shorts, and Bob Marley T-shirts. But that was far from the truth. In fact, I used to work as a public speaker for a non-profit organization focused on the importance of staying drug-free. I spoke to children at assemblies at junior high and elementary schools.
Regardless, I think the journalist in me always wanted to see how marijuana would affect me, since what I do for a living is describe in detail the specifics of an occurrence, and there are few things more unique than the feeling of “high.” I don’t like smoking, and I don’t want to hurt my lungs since I’m a runner, so I had to go the route of an edible.
My influence as a journalist derived from the work of former Los Angeles Times journalist Ruben Salazar, who was killed by police in 1970 while covering a peaceful protest. When Mr. Salazar was a young journalist he got drunk in public on purpose so he could be jailed to report on the police treatment of prisoners. Simply innovative with actions filled with risks. I followed in Mr. Salazar’s footsteps when I was 22 years old and just like him, was a young journalist at the Los Angeles Times. I was the only clown running into LAX airport during the middle of a bomb threat while everyone was running out. I had to cover the scene from ground zero so I could describe the scene. I broke national news while risking my life.
Now that I am in my career as a producer I still practice the belief that in order to truly create something original you have to experience it firsthand, which is why I have gone in front of the camera to show talent I work with that I wouldn’t ask anything of them that I wouldn’t do myself.
This brownie was my Mr. Salazar drunk in public. Actually, scratch that. This brownie was my running into LAX during a bomb threat.
I don’t know if my writing is different while under the influence of marijuana. I know it’s more freewheeling under the influence of alcohol. I don’t necessarily think it’s better or worse then. I think it depends on what I’m trying to write in that circumstance. I guess I will let you be the judge of this piece how an edible affects me. And I’m sure there will be plenty of people who judge this piece, like my family members who will probably summarize that a domino effect is about to ensue.
I enjoyed the worry-free feeling that marijuana provides, but I won’t be consuming it in the future. I had to at least try it for the sake of writing about it. A great sense of my motivation derives from worrying that I won’t accomplish my task at hand, and people will find out I’m a fraud. That feeling of worry usually causes me to step up to the plate to deliver. Marijuana takes that worrying sense away. I also felt a bit of a hangover the next morning, which could’ve also been the chocolate, considering I rarely eat sugar.
As for my writing, my style has always been detail oriented with a punch at the end of sentences. I usually end pieces abruptly, and without warning. Reading the above portion of this entry I see the abruptness scattered throughout the piece rather than at the end. I also see a more free-flowing style without much care for coming up with the perfect transition. I don’t think this piece is that bad, but I don’t really hear my voice in it. Plus, I also like the feeling I get from writing, and I didn’t get to experience it in the above piece.
So no need to worry potheads, there’s more left for the rest of you. (See, there’s the abrupt finish I was telling you about).