- Baynard Woods
As a writer with a book deadline, sometimes it’s not all that much different, except that I don’t have to make excuses not to do things with people. But it is different when, instead of telling the world “no,” the world is telling you “no.” It makes you want to get out.
But for the pothead, there are some benefits to quarantine. For one, you don’t have to worry about bosses smelling your weed. You can toke up just before a Zoom meeting and nobody will notice. There is also the freedom to engage in some of the obsessive-exploratory practices that weed can help inspire. One friend — shout out to Darren — is listening to all his vinyl records from Z to A. I’m not that committed to order or arrangement but I have been going through all my old records and discovering gems that I’d long forgotten about, especially because my record player is right beside the door to my rooftop patio area, my only source of safe sunshine.
I’ve been vaping Blue Corral, an Indica-heavy hybrid of Lemon OG and Blue Diamond. The buds are tiny little packed-tight nuggets, but they carry a big punch. Blue Corral is heavy on the Indica-ish terpene myrcene, but instead of putting me to sleep, it brought me to the dozy dream state of a half-nodding, noodling jazz solo, reminding me how joints were once called jazz cigarettes.
The peaty-tasting buds with a touch of Lysol — or is that just the smell of the world these days? — start with a simultaneous relaxing of the shoulders and lifting of the scalp that settles into a slow, focused flow. It’s not the best bud I’ve ever smoked and it’s far from the worst, but it is somehow the equivalent of a comfort food, letting your thoughts roll on like a riff on endless repeat.