Holi moly

I got bhanged. One day a year, everyone in India gets high. I wasn't supposed to though. When offered a magic brownie, I demurred. "I can't," I said. But I would. Because on a Hindu festival day, when people douse each other with colored powder and water, hash is baked into food, mixed into drinks. It is amusing, and more than acceptable, to slyly claim that one plate of brownies are safe, for children, without bhang, to make people high without their consent.