By The Guy That Should Never Be Handed a MegaPhone
Getting there felt like bending time in my beat-up TIE Fighter—windows down, subwoofers rattling like blaster fire, and a trunk full of good intentions and rolling papers. I was hyperspeeding through Connecticut backroads, dodging potholes like asteroids, chasing that sacred 4/20 energy. Somewhere between Nowhere and Almost There, I pulled into a greasy roadside coffee joint—one of those places with burnt espresso and a bathroom key chained to a brick. I sparked a joint in the parking lot, coffee in hand, exhaling rebellion into the morning air. The Force was definitely with me.
The sun was high, the crowd higher, and I was exactly where I needed to be—wandering through a cloud of skunk and good vibes at Burn N Learn’s 4/20 celebration, where the only thing burning faster than the joints was the patience of anyone looking for parking.
First stop: a handshake and a heady conversation with Joe Lachance of Green Haven Media. The man has the kind of radio voice that makes you want to confess your sins and then roll one about it. We talked shop—his show, the scene, the science. Joe’s passion is louder than a dab rig coughing fit. He’s building more than content; he’s amplifying the pulse of New England’s green underground.
A few steps later, I found Christina from Bad Girl Buddz—queen of the kind herb and the kind of person who can hand you a joint mid-sentence like it’s punctuation. We smoked. We vibed. The joint hit smooth and heavy, like a jazz bass line on a rainy day. We talked about power, pot, and what it means to be a woman unapologetically loud in a space still trying to play it cool.
Then came Jen and Pat, the engine and exhaust of Burn N Learn. I caught them mid-orbit, somewhere between event coordination and existential reflection. We talked upcoming mischief—yes, mischief, because their calendar reads like a stoner’s bucket list: education, elevation, and events that’ll blow your terpene-loving mind. If you haven’t looked at their schedule, fix that. Now.
And throughout it all—the megaphone. Oh yes, my trusty sidekick in volume. I shouted “FREE DABS!” until I was hoarse, until people looked at me like I was Moses parting the Red Sea of cannabis fans. We had a line that stretched from the Dabbin-Dad booth all the way to the stage, a beautiful weed-fueled pilgrimage led by the promise of molten concentrate salvation.
By sundown, the world was warm and spinning in that perfect, hazy way. It wasn’t just a celebration—it was a communion. Burn N Learn didn’t just host a 4/20 event. They orchestrated a movement, sparked a vibe, and lit the match on something a little rebellious and a whole lot righteous.
And yeah—I still can’t feel my face. Happy Belated 4/20.
Keep it weird,
~-JohnsJoints
