
&amp;#8230;Before diving into her talking points&mdash;some reasonable, some pretty far out, man&mdash;Dowd painted a vivid picture of being spaced out in a paranoid haze from gobbling too much of a pot-infused candy bar.
After accidentally ingesting far more than she needed to (noob!), Dowd spent eight hours curled up in bed, freaking out at the exposed-brick wall and repeatedly touching her green corduroy jeans, convinced that she was dead and no one had told her. (If only she&rsquo;d had the foresight to fire up the Beatles&rsquo; Revolver on Grooveshark&mdash;a little &ldquo;relax