by Josh Leone
We need more ice… During the holidays when I was in college to break free from the family madness, I was out the door before you could find your keys after hearing the faint words of “can someone go grab…? I adored my family, so someone must step up to the task.
I was the “pothead” in my family so this meant a quick trip to the gas station and few pulls on my pipe could bring all the cheer I needed for the holiday. (Side note, if you ever need an errand ran at a family get together, find the cannabis users and they will gladly offer their services.)
My siblings would give me hell when I got back because they never touched the stuff but they always had more questions than criticism. They still do. I never really cared who knew that I used cannabis so it’s possible that they confused that arrogance with confidence and it kept them curious. In a weird, and maybe not so weird way, cannabis brought us closer then and continues to even though they don’t medicate.
Collectively, that’s what I’ve always loved about this plant, it’s ability to create a bridge. You can go anywhere in the world and its language is universal. If you use it… you just get it. If you don’t, deep down, there is probably a small part of you that wishes you did. Our bodies need it and in my humble opinion, our minds suffer greatly without it. Mt. Joy said in the song, Cardinal, “so we light one up, cause it’s in our blood.” Cannabis has always been what helped me calm the storm. And we’ve all weathered our fair share of those this year.
As we stagger into a new 365 opportunities, whipped to death and grateful, we move on. Fingers crossed that gained strength in a year that forced us to play cultural midwives to one another. Every one of us just as punch drunk as the next. Finally seeing the surface as we come up for air and holding out hope that we can greet all faces as friends after our year long swim in the dark. We need more ice…