What Are… HASH BROWNIES?

I did have one unintentional experience with drugs. Not long after I arrived in Los Angeles, I was invited to a dinner party in Malibu. There were chocolate brownies on a plate in the living room. Well, I love chocolate. The hosts said, “Go ahead, help yourself.” I had four or five of them. I did not realize they were hash brownies. Mr. Naive here. The party was on a Friday night. The drugs knocked me out so much I spent the weekend laid out in their guest bedroom and didn’t leave their home until Monday morning. Talk about embarrassment.

I may have looked like a hippie, but I wasn’t cut out for the lifestyle.