The High Road: A Journey to the New Frontier of Cannabis

But it’s over now, our work is done. Bruce is slowly recovering and if I’m not a wiser man, then I am certainly a man who rolls a better joint

millennia. As pointed out earlier, prohibitions are a recent novelty and they simply haven’t worked

My limited and unscientific survey on the issue suggests cannabis and the use thereof is a divisive topic, extremely divisive

But I’m not so sure that such unhinged vacation experiences are necessarily what we want as an add-on to the tsunami of tourists visiting New Zealand these days. Having to put up with all the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings fans is challenging enough without a percentage of them being stoned too. There

Ryan McGinley.

There are warnings outside about the mature content within, but some of it’s pretty immature really, Ryan’s young chums larking about, vomiting at the camera, butt-fucking each other and, in one particularly-large-format close-up shot, some guy sucking someone else’s cock. Bruce and I move a little further apart

Dirty work that just begged to be done

I’ve always been the emotional one in the crowd. And the most stoned

here. I’m glad I’ve got a hat on. I’ll have to hang onto it. That smoke was very strong and now we’re walking slow and I’m suddenly opening up about something that’s been on my mind, the thing I can’t shake really, though I’m not sure it would be right to want to

Back in Denver, we take a bit of a walk to find another place on my list, this one a bar called My Brother’s Keeper, quite some way down 15th Street, on the corner of Platte, and with no sign to mark it, as it has always been, apparently. It’s famous mainly for two things: being Denver’s oldest bar and having been a favourite drinking place of America’s king of the road-trip writers, Jack Kerouac, and his good buddy and Denver native, Neal Cassady

Weed people are as obsessed and intense and nerdy as craft beer people and wine bores. The guy in charge here is on a higher plane altogether as he talks about how he’s tweaked and cross-bred his weed up to cosmic, not to mention karmic, levels. He’s kind of entrancing though, as he passes out his business cards to all of us and says he wants to ‘share the knowledge’, pass it on, make the world a better place. Or more stoned at least.