Took an uber from the train station at about 6:50 last night.
Not late but full dark. Tried to book a woman driver but it was a 40 min wait.
Pleasant ride, we talked about AirB&B and the Bronx.
As we pull up to the house, he asks, โSo you going to be home alone all night?โ
Weed used to be a social tool; now a single blinker from a modern cart feels like a psychedelics-lite vision quest. At what point did we swap "chilling on the couch" for "forgetting how to swallow"? Is tolerance the issue, or did the industry ruin the vibe?