This autumn, I’m celebrating my 10-year cannaversary with sweet Mary Jane.

I smoked weed for the first time a decade ago, when I was a 21-year-old college student. My then-boyfriend and I hotboxed my pickup truck one evening, and I proceeded to eat an entire can of Pringles. I’ve had a relationship with cannabis ever since.

Like most long-term relationships, we’ve had our ups and downs over the years, but I’m not sure I’d be here if it weren’t for the plant’s healing and soothing powers.

Alright, enough gushing. Here’s a non-exhaustive list of the things I’ve learned during my 10-year relationship with cannabis. 

How to salvage — or simply manage — an overwhelming high

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Most seasoned cannabis consumers have gotten too high…

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