Forays into cannabis cookery.

Sitting in post-holiday traffic, I covertly stared at the mom riding shotgun in the nearby sedan through my Judge Doom shades.

The yin to my yang, she was visibly blissed out – seemingly unaffected by the hellish nightmare of I-35 on the day after Christmas or her carload of exasperated family members.

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