Growing up in San Francisco, everyone I know has a bad “pot brownie” experience or bad high school edible story; I know I do. For a long time I steered clear of anything edible and just stuck with flower because I was afraid the bad trip would happen again: I would get giggly, then paranoid, then plain dumb, then exhausted. I was fortunate enough never to throw up or make a spectacle of myself, but some aren’t so lucky. But as I got my recommendation and started frequenting clubs and experimenting with a lot of free samples, I had to give them another try. Fortunately, the professionals are a lot more accurate with their doses than I was, and offer a range of dosages (as low as 2.5 mg!) in a spectrum of delivery methods to meet all dietary needs. Everyone’s body is different, and how a body digests an edible depends on too many factors ( like metabolism, time of last meal, age and activity level) to not be precise.