There were pipes and bongs of all shapes and sizes, a custom made gas mask, a gravity bong, and a few ways to smoke cannabis that I had frankly never heard of before
In the break between semesters, I went up north to spend some time with my cousin Mike. Mike and I used to be thick as thieves when we were kids, but it had been a lot of years since we had hung out together. We had started to connect on Facebook over the pandemic, and now that things were opening back up I wanted to go see him again. I knew that we had a lot in common, and he had some fun stuff lined up for us to do. I also knew he was big-time into cannabis, just like me, so I was excited to see what kind of green they had in the big city. Any expectations I had were shattered long before I stepped into a cannabis dispensary, just with what I saw at Mike’s apartment. There was an antique wooden bureau in his bedroom, and when he opened it up I saw dozens of class jars of cannabis. All colors of the rainbow, various densities and degrees of fluffiness, a dazzling array of cannabis. It was as if Mike had collected his own little cannabis dispensary in his room, and every drawer in the bureau was filled with implements of smoking. There were pipes and bongs of all shapes and sizes, a custom made gas mask, a gravity bong, and a few ways to smoke cannabis that I had frankly never heard of before. I am not sure what the fun things Mike had planned for us to do, because the entire trip was spent in a thick haze of cannabis smoke.