I have plenty of acquaintances who, despite being forty, still play video games, cup their farts, and play in joke bands with names such as Hot Piss. They also grow their own hydroponic. Boggs and Lester’s growing operation. (2003) When I was back in Ottawa visiting my folks a few years ago, some friends we’ll call “Boggs” and “Lester” showed me a secret room in their ridiculously decorated apartment that had about two dozen pot plants in it. They had spent years perfecting their crop and had botanically engineered what they called “Unicorn pot.” “It’s a level of weed we thought was just a fantasy,” the abnormally shrimpy Boggs told me through his giant beard, “then it became a reality. It’s magical.” I tried a few tokes and they put in a VHS tape of Lester on The Price Is Right from 1989. It was so funny I forgot to laugh and realized I had become way too stoned. It took about an hour to be not stoned enough to drive home and Boggs gave me a sandwich bag full of Unicorn to take back with me.
