In Maureen Dowd's latest column she writes about going to Colorado in January 2014 to report on legalized marijuana and how she ended up so high she thought she was dead:
I strained to remember where I was or even what I was wearing, touching my green corduroy jeans and staring at the exposed-brick wall. As my paranoia deepened, I became convinced that I had died and no one was telling me.
She writes that she found out later that a novice, such as her, should have broken the edible into 16 pieces and eat one piece. Dowd goes on to talk about the dangers of too much pot and the "darker side of unleashing a drug as potent as marijuana on a horde of tourists of all ages and tolerance levels seeking a mellow buzz."