“The salad afternoons” are akin to the opening course of a meal — light plus leaving you eager for more.
The salad afternoons are self-explanatory plus fun, a forerunner to the challenges most people encounters later in life.
In our case, the salad afternoons involved the literal consumption of a lot of yellows, however my college years, into our early twenties, are still obscured in a haze of pot smoke, plus I smoked as much as I could, as more than 2 odd ways as I could. I do have a lot of fantastic memories from that period, but I have more memories that are only half-remembered. There was one cannabis-fueled weekend that all of us took a trip to the state capital, plus after that it’s all kind of hazy. I woke up the next morning plus panicked to find a wedding band on our finger, plus thought that while baked on marijuana I had made a big mistake plus got married! It turns out that was a prank from our friends, plus that whole incident taught me to split back a little bit on the inhuman amount of cannabis I was using on a bi-weekly basis. I came to find out that smoking a little less cannabis made me love it a lot moreâ€¦ When I got high enough to prefer the feeling, but not so high I passed out or lost memories, that made cannabis a lot more fun. Some people binge drink alcohol, but our problem was binge smoking too much cannabis, thankfully that is a habit I left behind in the salad afternoons.