Twig Toothpicks and the Absurdity of Recreational Cannabis in California

When I first moved to California, I did what any rational person would do: I went to the DMV to get a driver's license so I could get a weed prescription. First time I rolled a joint with California-grade weed, I got violently too high. Like, uncomfortably out-of-body too high. Coming from the East Coast, I was not prepared for the potency of the local product. Not one bit. Did not like.