Medical Marijuana Sodas from Colorado: Fear & Loathing in
Brooklyn  Categories: Featured, Sietsema  Like the label says,
"Take Flight."  The little bottle of elixir said "One Hit
Wonder" across the top and "Take Flight" across the bottom. In
between was a pastel butterfly that only a hippie could love. I
was holding the bottle aloft in the headlight glare of the car
behind us, as my friend -- let's call him Buddy -- and I were
motoring east on Fulton Street, headed for a Philippine
restaurant in Bed-Stuy.  I was trying to convince Buddy to split
the two-way dose of medical marijuana concentrate with me. "Does
one hit make you smaller or taller?" He quipped, riffing on
Alice in Wonderland.  "C'mon, if we wait till after we eat, it
will take an hour and a half to hit us. We'll be home watching
TV. If we drink it now, we can be zonked in 45 minutes," I
cajoled. "OK, why not?" Buddy said, as I peeled the plastic
label off the bottle so we could approximate half a bottle
apiece by looking at the level through the