T........k

Kudos to earlier reviews by "mporter88 (2013)", "cretin71" (2016) and ":imnotsethrogen" (Sept. '17). I am late arriving at this cerebral feast (7/1/37) that for years was referred to, in my venue, as "weed". Oh my. How far and fast you have generated a separate genre that allows the individual to experience "some of the most far out thoughts and the most personal insights." we have carried with us for generations. The plethora of hybrids, regenerations, DIY mixtures and old standbys like Jack Herer boggles the mind. Where does the newbie stick his/her toe in the water? A debt of gratitude to the three "reviewers" noted above, as they are responsible for directing me to Jack Herer's restaurant here in the northwest for an afternoon luncheon. "Imnotsethrogen" summed it up best: "It's like taking the training wheels off your brain." Propped up by a pinch (ok, probably 1/4 of the beast's toke) of Dutch Treat, I waited, and waited, and waited ...and finally became impatient for something, anything, to occur that would suggest I was in the throws of some psychological event which would forevermore provide footnote for an immoral proxy. Two additional deep hits from the beast and "schazam captain marvel", I was driven to my overstuffed pallet, there to reside for the next hour (or so?) while Jack and his mates removed the training wheels. As my persona shook off the lethargy of a "relaxing head high, with light body relaxation" (light body? knocked me on my ass - DT?) it left me "remarkably clear headed and focused." In the waning hours of this clear spring day, "the color of the leaves, the smell of the wind, the sun on my skin, every sense was heightened." And then the damnedest reality broke over me. I became quite aware of what I can only describe as an impact of my personal existentialistic creative stripe took over. Every movement, every thought processed beyond credulity. As if the camera was always rolling. I had always wondered, but at this moment am quite convinced that the excellent film scenes by the likes of Nicholson, Grant, Brando, Stewart, Tracy, Sinatra, Newman & Redford, et al, are the result of an un-common focus by the actor. A shout to my best friend and her child #1, for driving me from the serenity and security of a life currently spent wondering if the great director in the sky was going to call "CUT, that's a print" today, or provide the reason to continue in this morass of mediocrity in which we have shrouded our futures. After this experience, I believe the only closing remark from an elderly onlooker that makes sense is "Dude, go for it!"