Errl is on the run people, punny I know, but seriously…with no love from the State, even under legalization and federal re-classification looming overhead, change seems inevitable and it don’t look good for dab town. I had to ask myself, “What if I woke up Dabless in Seattle?”
A fire drill sounded like a good idea; I’ve had it pretty damn good out here after all. Who am I kidding, I live under Thunderdome. I love errl because even the smallest dab still gets to me, but it’s spoiled me to most any other form of cannabis. Unfortunately, I’ve also got the tolerance of a second-half-of-Scarface Tony Montana. It was high time I heeded the advice of the editorial team and went on a purge (no not that kind).
Ladies and gentlemen, just in time for the holidays and to honor the first of what I hope would be many a Dabcember, I come to you having just completed an epic adventure. That’s right, you guessed it, the mad dabber himself OFF THE PIPE. Inspired by our article on resetting tolerances, I decided to apply the experiment to dabs. You’re humbly invited to follow along as I chronicle my experiences in this five post mini-series.
The account of my purge cycle begins below and ends in outer space. I hope you enjoy; Happy Dabcember!
Dabless in Seattle
My last dab before the purge was Kured Collective House Blend Sugar wax—I went out with a bang. It was savory and powerful, like all the others. It was a great high and this one had to last—last for a while. I love you dabs…but that was it.
One week, cold turkey baby! Think of it as an oil change. Uggh, this sure sounded like a good idea in theory, but what am I gonna do? No THC of any sort for seven days and whatever comes with it. If errl is indeed “green crack,” I should be doing the uptown shake in two days.
I think as long as I remind myself of the moment of triumph I’ll make it. Seven days (let’s hope they’re not long) and then a fat dab into a clean system. Seven days until I’m reminded just how strong errl really is…