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 … [Read more...] about 4/20 with Burn N Learn: The Drive, The Smoke, The Madness
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Earth Day: Puff, Pass, and Save the Planet
Ah, Earth Day — that glorious, hazy moment when we all pretend we care about the planet for a whole 24 hours. But let’s be honest: what better way to honor the Earth than lighting up a fat one and contemplating the beauty of a world that could use a little more love... and a lot more weed?Picture this: you, a joint, the sun creeping through the trees, and the realization that … [Read more...] about Earth Day: Puff, Pass, and Save the Planet
Budding Discontent: Connecticut’s Weed War Isn’t Over—It’s Just Wearing a Suit Now
Let’s set the scene: Hartford, Connecticut. The air smells faintly like rain and revolution. Inside the cold, beige halls of the Legislative Office Building, a band of pissed-off, passionate cannabis advocates gather—not to smoke, but to speak. Because four years after the state legalized adult-use weed, the real grassroots folks—the ones who grew it, smoked it, got arrested … [Read more...] about Budding Discontent: Connecticut’s Weed War Isn’t Over—It’s Just Wearing a Suit Now
Blazing on Good Friday — A Stoner’s Sacrament
So I lit up on Good Friday.Yeah, Good Friday. The day where they say Jesus died for our sins and we’re supposed to be sad, solemn, and sober. No meat, no fun, no weed—like some sort of divine timeout. But guess what? I had weed. And snacks. And absolutely no intention of suffering alongside the Savior.I rolled a fat one around noon. Peanut Butter Breath. Hits like guilt. And as … [Read more...] about Blazing on Good Friday — A Stoner’s Sacrament
Kent to Weed: “Not in My Town, Pothead”
Well folks, Kent’s Planning and Zoning Commission’s Cannabis Subcommittee—catchy name, right?—has just dropkicked a draft ordinance into the main chamber, declaring in no uncertain terms: “Thou shalt not sell weed here, hippy.”Citing a months-long survey where 460-something locals had their say (mostly the ones who still use AOL), the town came to a cautious consensus: no … [Read more...] about Kent to Weed: “Not in My Town, Pothead”
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Up In Smoke: How Theraplant’s Claim Got Burned
Once upon a time Theraplant’s weed grow-op caught fire—998 plants gone, one flowering room fried. They filed a business interruption claim, hoping to cash in on the chaos. But the insurer hit back: you didn’t lose income because your ops stopped. In fact, they didn’t.Turns out, no new plants were ready for that room until after repairs. No suspension, no delay, no payout. The … [Read more...] about Up In Smoke: How Theraplant’s Claim Got Burned
Danbury’s Green Crackdown: Jedi Tong Strikes Again
In a scene straight out of a suburban noir, Danbury's smoke shops became the latest battleground in Connecticut's cannabis conundrum. Three local establishments found themselves on the receiving end of a coordinated raid, resulting in the seizure of approximately 55 pounds of illicit cannabis products. The operation, spearheaded by Attorney General Jedi Tong for his relentless … [Read more...] about Danbury’s Green Crackdown: Jedi Tong Strikes Again
I Called the White House About Weed and Now I’m Pretty Sure I’m on a List
Let me tell you something about anxiety: it doesn’t knock. It kicks in the door, spills bong water on your foot, and asks if you have a minute to talk about consequences.It started with a dare I made to myself during a particularly vicious weed nap. “Call the White House,” I thought. “Just ring 'em up. Ask what the hell is going on with marijuana reform.” Easy, right? I mean, … [Read more...] about I Called the White House About Weed and Now I’m Pretty Sure I’m on a List
