Weed Edibles: A Cautionary Tale

by Josh Jardine

Recreational cannabis are now legal in Oregon, which is great news. To be honest, I've actually been crafting them for recreational and medical use for more than 20 years. I often get asked, "Have you ever gotten too high on edibles?" And the answer is: Of course—regular readers will recognize impulse control isn't one of my strong points.

The real question, though, is: "What's the worst experience someone's ever had from eating too many of your special cookies?" That's a long list from which to choose.

• There was the wedding in Athens, Georgia, that resulted in more than 150 guests stumbling and falling in the gravel parking lot, as the sickening sound of bodies hitting the ground mixed with peals of laughter.

• Another wedding in Memphis, Tennessee, in which guests painted the elevator walls of the legendary Peabody hotel with vomit after ignoring warnings not to mix booze and cookies. (I'm rarely asked to attend Southern weddings anymore.)

• Sending one of the world's greatest drummers on a daylong excursion through the hallways of a gigantic Seattle hotel, trying his keycard in every single door—as he was unable to remember his room number and too high to be able to form words to seek assistance from the front desk (RIP, buddy).

But for an experience that may as well have been a rejected script from American Horror Story: Southern Rock, nothing compares to this "Tour Bus from Hell" episode: