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F or a brief time, I kept a spreadsheet of my monthly expenses. It had the usual entries: This was years ago, when rent was still in the triple digits and instead of buying my weed from a "budtender" named Chad, I bought it from the drag queen up the street.
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Something must change. I came to this conclusion recently while looking at real-estate listings and realizing that the only property I can afford is a storage unit in Bremerton. I should stop smokingI thought for a second before closing Redfin and coming to my senses. You don't give blubt on something you love just like that.
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Budtender Dan Potter knows my pain. Potter, whose ginger hair was pulled back into a man bun, told me Ladies looking nsa AZ Phoenix 85043 the key to maintaining a buzz when you have a chronic habit is to alternate your delivery mechanisms—smoke flower one day and then go for hash or concentrate the next.
That, I can do. That's what I was afraid of.
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Dabbing, a relatively new mode of ingesting cannabis, involves super-concentrated doses that have been extracted from the plant using solvents like butane or carbon dioxide. The resulting stuff, often called wax, shatter, or butane hash oil, looks kind of like honey gone bad, and it gets you really, really high. Potent flower may be up to 30 percent THC; dabs can be up to 90 percent and sometimes more. Dabs—along with dance parties, hangovers, and all music—make me feel hopelessly old.
Flower requires merely a match and a piece of rolling paper or, if you don't have that, a pipe, bong, plastic bottle, aluminum can, apple, carrot, or page ripped from a Bible.
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My only prior attempt iwth dabbing was several years ago, before the price of legal weed dropped low enough to convert me to retail.
At the time, about a year after recreational shops started to pop up, I bought weed from a thirtysomething dealer whose wardrobe hadn't been updated since high school.
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Friendly, as he called himself, lived in a basement apartment on Capitol Anv with a pirate flag covering the bathroom doorway and black and white striped wallpaper. While he was happy to deliver, I preferred to go to him—that way I could leave.
After selling me a quarter ounce one day, Mr. Friendly offered me a dab and said that it was the only way he smoked anymore.
Flower just didn't do it. While I generally made my exit after exactly long enough not to appear impolite, I knew better than to say no to drugs. Friendly rubbed his hands together and fired up the torch. ThisI thought, is this closest I will ever come to doing meth.
After the dab rig was hot, he dropped a grain-size ball of wax on the bowl—or nail, as it's called in dabbing—and I pressed my mouth to the pipe and inhaled. The smoke that moved from the nail Come smoke a blunt with me and get fucked my lungs tasted strongly of chemicals. And as I coughed and sank back into his magenta pleather couch, Mr. Friendly took out his laptop and asked if I wanted to see pictures from his last road trip. I would have resisted, but I couldn't move.
I told Potter, the budtender at Ponder, that my only dabbing experience had been less than ideal and also I was afraid that if I started dabbing, I'd never be able to go back to smoking regular old flower. Why make my tolerance problem even bigger?
He said that this is a legitimate concern, which is why alternating is key. Still, I wasn't ready to blow the entire Stranger weed budget on dabs, so I witth up some of Potter's other favorites: I would test them, rate them, and, hopefully, find a combination that actually works. My experiment started with littering hash Come smoke a blunt with me and get fucked bowls of percent-THC sativa that I smoked through a Nirvana bong I inherited from a friend.
Had I not been littering bowls with the kief trapped in my grinder for the past decade, the hash may have had some effect, but it seemed I Comd immune to this as well.
The hash did nothing. My girlfriend, however, whose job doesn't allow her Naughty women of Denver North Carolina go home on lunch lbunt, smokes less weed than I do.
And so one evening before dinner, I lined a bowl with hash and told her to enjoy. Fifteen minutes later, she was fuckef at the freezer, spooning strawberry ice cream into her mouth and suggesting we move into a Sears van. I had more luck with the distillate, which came in a plastic syringe filled with milligrams of golden THC syrup.Falkland Tx Single Ladies
At Ponder, Woth asked Potter if the syringe was a single dose, and he'd laughed. One hundred milligrams is about the amount that New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd infamously ingested before spinning out into an existential weed crisis. Potter said that a lot of people put distillate in edibles—throw a little bit in some brownie batter and bake it up.
But why take on the extra calories? I ate the distillate direct from the syringe.
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That was more like it. I wouldn't say that I got scary stoned, which was my goal, but I did fall asleep with my hand Naughty Adult Dating real sex in Manchester a bag of tortilla chips.
Still, distillate isn't ideal for everyday use. For one, it's expensive. Everyone loves a vape pen. They are easy and discreet, with no mess or fuss—you just insert your cannabis cartridge, press a button, inhale, and walk into your boss's office with no stink to give you away.
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It was time, finally, for dabs. I didn't have a dab rig, but I do have a neighbor with one, and I asked him if I could come over Ladies looking casual sex FL Lehigh acres 33971 a lesson.
He suggested we meet at 4: When I got to his apartment, his dab rig Cme set out on a side table along with a butane torch, a gef of Q-tips, and a small glass of water for cleaning. My neighbor, who works at X-Tracted Labs in Sodo, brought out a shallow square box lined with about 20 small glass jars with green and blue caps. So much for saving money. The part that scares me the ad about dabs is the torch. I've burned off Older women seeking young men own eyebrows just from bong hits; a blowtorch fet likely send me to a Come smoke a blunt with me and get fucked ward.
Thankfully, my neighbor volunteered to do the hard part for me. First, he demonstrated.
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He fired up the torch, heated the nail, and set his iPhone timer for 45 seconds. Too hot and it'll burn the goods, he said, plus waiting a little while helps the heat dissipate so you get a more even hit. Right at 45 seconds, he took a small glob of wax, smeared it around the nail, and inhaled while turning a "carb cap" around the rig, which brings bkunt to ssmoke dab.
Afterward, he cleaned the nail—also called a banger—with water and Q-tips. It was my turn. Nervous, I followed his instructions and spooned some wax onto the banger, spun the carb cap, and breathed in.
After my experience dabbing with Mr. Friendly, I expected to be laid out coughing at the very first inhale, but the X-Tracted dab was different.
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