A sunny-yet-foggy day in Boulder, CO.
4:20 p.m. on 4/20.
No, that is not fog. That is smoke. Being exhaled. From the mouths of Boulder students. Who are now high.
Imagine all the intellectual conversations (“Why do you have three eyes?”), the bonds being formed (“I love you, man!” “No, I love YOU!”), and the overwhelming sounds of stomachs growling in that crowd of enthusiastically lazy students.
The entire town had a contact high that day.
And The Sink burger (a Boulder icon) never tasted so good.