For Al Martinez' front-page column in today's Daily News, he nibbles on the medical marijuana cookie he brought home for his daughter's cancer nausea. It takes awhile, but he eventually gets high.
5:01 p.m. Bite No. 3. I feel like giggling, I don't know why. I have just lost at solitaire and I am grinning about it. I never grin. And I'll be damned if I'll giggle. This is becoming more recreational than scientificalcq. [sic]
Cookie bite No. 4. It's a fairly good size cokie, I mean cookie, and it's almost gone. Now I can't read my handwriting at all. And I don't care.
5:17 p.m. The final bite. My grandson Travis calls. He says my speech is garbled.
"I can't believe my grandpa is sitting there getting stoned," he says. I try to stand but I'm unsteady. I make it to the living room and attempt to watch television but someone has moved the furniture around and sprinkled it with a brightening agent.