By Marissa A. Ross
Smoking a bowl is just like drinking a glass of wine. Of course it has its subtle differences. One you have to deal with a friend-of-a-friend conspiracy theorist to get, the other you have to deal with the sexist night shifter at Liquorland. One you light on fire, the other you rip apart with a tiny knife. One induces Postmates-ing yourself Chipotle, the other results in a slew of confident but inevitably terrible selfies. All those things. But at the core of the thing, whether you’re smoking or drinking, you’re still just trying to chill in your sweatshorts after a long day at work. And that is a beautiful thing.