I have never smoked a joint. Or eaten an “edible.” Or smoked tobacco. Or drunk alcohol. Or used cocaine, or heroin, or meth, or LSD, or Xanax, or, well, to be honest, I don’t really know all the drugs out there, as partaking of them never interested me.
I’m 57 years old, left the Mormon church at 26, and spent years socializing in French Quarter bars. New Orleans is the “City That Care Forgot,” whose motto is “Laissez les bons temps rouler.” There is a party or festival almost every week of the year. The streets flow with beer on Mardi Gras.