The Magic of Wine-Infused Cannabis Tours

I gaze down at my hand, which appears to be gripping a pen. The notes scribbled in my pad, smudged and wonky, scurry from the page. My arms are the cotton-stuffed limbs of a rag doll. Tupac’s “California Love” is in the air, mingling with chatter, giggles and a thick, intoxicating fog. Someone’s talking to me…are they? I nod, just in case, and hoist my face into a polite smile before turning to stare through the bus window.