I always felt like Indiana Jones, searching for the holy Grail trying to find the precise strain of weed that could bring me down after doing an eight ball of Coke.

It turns out, all I had to do was drink enough bourbon. I wasted almost a decade and a lot of money on the wrong path.

Turns out, the correct path was to stop doing Coke. Three years locked in my Brooklyn apartment during Covid. Made that pretty easy.