I am not a sports fan. When they told me that there’d be a “Super Bowl” party at the Coffee Joint, the first legal establishment to allow public consumption of Cannabis, I naturally got the wrong idea. I imagined a giant glass pipe, its bowl taking up nearly half the room and packed to the brim with pounds of sweet-smelling bud. And there I would be, invited to take the biggest hit of my life out of this “Super Bowl”. What a party! But, sadly, I was disappointed…
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