We get high with a little help from our friends.
(and I mean that in the purest of ways!) 😉

However, it does bring to mind my friend who grows marijuana in California, and that day I felt like I’d fallen through the looking glass…

….that was the day I saw three huge boxes of buds in her living room, and we sat companionably at her kitchen table, while she trimmed them.

And then we took a ride to one of her high-tech grow houses, where I learned all about indoor agriculture.

At the time, I was dating an addict and it irritated me that I couldn’t get in on a great business opportunity because I was afraid he’d smoke up the profit.

I’m not growing pot today, but every so often, I AM drinking a glass of wine again. And enjoying it.