If you feel like the ground is shifting under your feet in Connecticut, it’s not an earthquake. It’s the sound of the legal cannabis world moving at light speed. I spent the last week digging through boring government papers and market reports so you don’t have to. From big money fines to a "word swap" at the State Capitol, here is the full story of what’s happening with … [Read more...] about A Wild April of Weed in the Nutmeg State
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The Only Joke Is Time Itself
April 1st.A day built on lies, pranks, rubber snakes, and that one friend who still thinks putting salt in coffee is peak comedy.And there I was—standing on my porch like a philosopher in sweatpants—holding a lighter like it might reveal the truth behind everything. The air had that weird early-spring confusion to it. Not warm, not cold. Just… suspicious. Like the weather … [Read more...] about The Only Joke Is Time Itself
The Green: A Dabbin-Dad St. Patrick’s Day
I walked into a coffee shop this morning and thought I’d slipped into a cartoon.Everyone was wearing green.Not just a little green. I mean full commitment. Green hats, green scarves, green socks peeking out like they were proud of it. Even the barista had a green bow tie and a grin that said, “It’s going to be one of those days.”I ordered a simple coffee. They handed me a … [Read more...] about The Green: A Dabbin-Dad St. Patrick’s Day
Daylight Savings Hits Harder Than My Weed
Every year it happens. Some bureaucratic wizard somewhere in Washington waves a magic wand, steals an hour of my life, and suddenly I’m wandering around my house like a raccoon that just woke up inside a Home Depot. Daylight Saving Time hit last night and I am absolutely, profoundly, chemically confused. My body thinks it’s 1978. My stomach thinks it’s … [Read more...] about Daylight Savings Hits Harder Than My Weed
Hospital Gowns Don’t Have Pockets… Especially for Your Medical Weed
Here’s a weird little reality check. In Connecticut, you can legally get medical marijuana, if recommended by a doctor. You can use it at home. You can use it for serious conditions. But the second you roll through hospital doors in one of those backless gowns? Suddenly your medicine becomes a problem. That’s why lawmakers in Connecticut are now debating a bill that would … [Read more...] about Hospital Gowns Don’t Have Pockets… Especially for Your Medical Weed
THE CT GREEN SCENE: What it looks like so far for 2026
I’m standing in the middle of a parking lot in Hartford, and the air smells like a skunk had a party in a lawnmower. Welcome to Connecticut, 2026. Not that long ago, buying marijuana in this state felt like a secret mission. Now? It’s as common as buying a coffee, but the drama is just getting started this year. If you’re trying to keep up with the "Green Rush," buckle up. … [Read more...] about THE CT GREEN SCENE: What it looks like so far for 2026
The War on Drugs, Finally Pointed in the Right Direction
For fifty years, the War on Drugs has looked like this: police cruisers idling in poor neighborhoods, helicopters circling street corners, and mugshots of people whose biggest crime was being close to the blast radius of a broken system. We went after the end of the supply chain like it was the beginning, and then acted shocked when nothing changed.Then something different … [Read more...] about The War on Drugs, Finally Pointed in the Right Direction
Christmas Didn’t End So Much As It Gently Exhaled.
The turkey was finally put to bed—picked clean, wrapped tight, slid into the fridge like a satisfied old uncle who’d told his last story. The trimmings followed: mashed potatoes sealed up, gravy capped, cranberry sauce looking surprised it survived another year. The house shifted from feast to aftermath, that sacred hour when the wrapping paper is gone and the dishwasher hums … [Read more...] about Christmas Didn’t End So Much As It Gently Exhaled.
From the Vault to the Medicine Cabinet
Well today has been one hell of a day, huh? I wake up expecting the usual political noise and instead get hit with the federal government finally admitting—out loud—that weed might actually belong in the real world. Donald Trump announced the reclassification of weed as a Schedule III drug under the Controlled Substances Act, which is Washington-speak for “maybe we’ve been … [Read more...] about From the Vault to the Medicine Cabinet
The Suburbanization of Weed
There was a time when buying weed felt like participating in a low-budget heist film. You whispered. You waited. You stared at your phone like it might explode. The dealer was “five minutes away” for roughly an hour and a half. The product came in a crumpled sandwich bag and smelled like freedom, paranoia, and mild illegality.Fast forward to now.I recently bought cannabis … [Read more...] about The Suburbanization of Weed
