The High Bazaar (Hosted by the New England Craft Cannabis Alliance). It should be The Bizarre Bazaar. I pulled into the lot in my typical fiery blaze type fashion. I stepped from my smokey ride… The asphalt was cracked like a black egg shell and aromas of herbally goodness permeated the air around me. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was the High Bazaar or my car. Regardless, I had arrived I knew that much. But where to now? What’s to come? 
Once I showed my papers and passed the Hemperial Guard, I entered the city gates. Vendors were lined up like a StarWars market. It’s like I was on my way to The Mos Eisley Cantina for some drinks, weird tunes, and outbreaks of violence between aliens. There’d be no violence here, that’s for sure. Everyone here is as calm as a …. Well calm. But the weird drinks, weird tunes, and aliens are all real.
As I casually strolled through the bazaar, I was approached by one of the vendors. He had ultra dark sunglasses, wearing dark colors, and a handle bar mustache. He wore a device around his neck that would hold his joint for him when his hands were full. He could just lean his head in and take a toke. He carried a tray of cubed fruity pebble treats and an array of other happy refreshments. A rainbow of colors were on display across the tray for visual delight. All of the wonderful delights on exhibit looked very enchanting, almost hypnotic. He had me. I was caught. I couldn’t look away… It was like being seduced by Kaa, I would have been snake food.
”Would you like a fruity pebble treat?” Asked the handle bars. I’m sure he caught me entranced in the rainbow of pleasures presented before me.
“How many milligrams are they?” I asked. “Wait! Don’t tell me. I want it to be a surprise.” 😵💫 It’s another way of playing ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’. It was delicious… Just like the ones Mom used to make. Only these were WAY more mellow… I thanked him for his fruity morsel and continued on my journey.
Suddenly I was grasped in the strength of the current. The water had reached it’s highest elevation. It must have… I was suddenly at the High Tide Hash tent. I’m surprised they went with a water based logo… Because this stuff is FIRE. They have a small selection of products, but this just allows them to put more love into the products they offer. Infused juices, carts, and concentrates are what’s offered. Amazing quality in these products, nothing less at this table that’s for sure. 
“Would you like a dab?” Asked one of the owners.
“Of course.” I replied. After about 6 of those I headed on my merry way. Those guys have great stuff and we’ll be talking again real soon.👍🏻
“OOOOOOO… What’s this?” I thought to myself as I gazed onto a linen covered table with a lovely assortment of snacks. Salty, crunchy, sweet, and mushy were all present in this beautiful buffet. The ladies of Badd Girl Budz had returned. Wonderful little cakes, cookies, and salty snacks saturated my taste buds with maximum pure delight.
Badd Girl Buddz. These ladies treat me too good. Always a pleasure…
He had seriously amazing seeds.
Then came the twisted fire starters. Introducing the Flow Farm!
I can feel the heat from here. Thanks for warming me up Dad, I was chilly.
Awww…. Firebolly helped him light his doobie.
I’m not sure if these guys realize it or not but they’re becoming background icons of the subculture. I hope to see more of the Flow Farm in the future. There is nothing more entertaining to me than to watch other people play with combustion. Don’t try this at home kids!
Then I stumbled onto the One Hit One Da. I had met these guys before. Cool guys with an interesting product. The claim to fame with this company is microdosing. I’ve seen a lot of one hitters over time in various shapes and sizes which held various amounts of Cannabis. This little device is a minibowl that is specifically designed to hold 50mg of Cannabis. That’s roughly 20 rounds per gram, not bad… It makes it measurable. This is great for the first time toker. Easy to use, light weight, really convenient, and simple to clean. Oh lucky me, I get to keep one too. Oh joy…
Boom! Here we go! Entrancing vigorous outward releases of energy filled the sky leaving most in awe…
“Free Dabs!” hollered from the background.
I must return to my people. It was the DabbinDad pop up dab bar. An incendiary collection was available on the menu. Wedding Cake, Animal Zookies, and Melon Creme… Yum yum yum. I couldn’t decide… They said try them all. Who am I do defy such astonishing hospitality?
As I tried each one of the flavors I appreciated the zest, aroma, and essence of each. They were all wonderful and the highest of quality. Each had its own unique flavor with individually defined sensations. First my brain jumped to light speed, then was sucked down a black hole all while the melodies of the evening filled the air and the leather fishnet marionettes twirled in the background.
“Are you crying again? asked Butch from Sweettiva.
”Actually I’m not. I was choking a little off that last dab and it made my eyes water. But I’m good, thanks.” I replied.
Then, something happened that switched all the gears. I thought I had seen it all. I thought my eyes had taken in all that could be seen on this glorious day. But then there it was… Like a Kyber Crystal that would power a White Lightsaber. The THC Diamond. The purest of pure. 99% THC with the flavor that can only be compared to the songs of angels accompanied by the sensation of divine oneness. The Force Awakened. This sh** hands down would have killed Yoda.
The evening was winding down and the vendors were beginning to pack it in and call it a day. In the end, all that remained was High Tide. I was invited over to participate in their after party. We talked about what an amazing event we were all part of and all look forward to doing it again. Good people, good food, good drinks, and good weed. All with good intentions and making great memories. I returned to my Tie Fighter and headed for home. All hail the Hempire! 
Authors Note:
This article was created under duress. My mnemonic communications device had been lost. I was able to track the signal to get it back. However the signal went out 3 minutes before I was able to retrieve it. The phone was pronounced dead at 3am Sunday morning. All notes, pictures, audio recordings, and videos were vaporized by moving objects on the Merritt Parkway. All images used in this article were pictures my friends (Thank you Marie) had taken and sent me or images I had sent to them. Those were the ONLY copies that survived. Can someone play taps? This is sad. This is like when Lando lost L3-37. 😢 Never leave your phone on the roof of your car and expect it to hang on for an hour ride. Au revoir ole’ friend…
All that remains…
