I have a confession to make. I am a criminal who, in the minds of many lawmakers, politicians and pundits, should be incarcerated for societal corruption and endangering the cultural order. My crime? Rice Krispie treats.
To be clear, my Rice Krispie treats aren’t your average everyday marshmallow delectables. Besides actually being made with Froot Loops, they are infused with violence-free, homegrown marijuana and are consumed — one little square per day — about an hour before bedtime while I’m hunkered down in my La-Z-Boy in front of “Game of Thrones,” pre-recorded Rachel Maddow or some other few minutes of entertainment.
I have a very stressful job, more often than not stretching from 8 in the morning to 10:30 at night, and consuming most of my weekends. Primarily because of this, my blood pressure usually averages in the 160s over 90s range, in spite of two blood pressure medications, frequent aerobic exercise, tai chi discipline and regular meditative prayer.
My evening unwinding routine used to be a glass or two of brandy