Walking into this seasonal emporium of madcap frights and mass-produced vampire ephemera, I was overcome with a sense of childlike wonder. I browsed the aisles without any idea of what I really wanted to be for Halloween. It's a question I haven't seriously asked myself for decades, but this year I was not allowed to be a boxcar vagabond (always the easiest costume to put together). 

We are attending a Halloween party at my wife's coworker's place next week, and I'm expected to dress as something identifiable and something that will not, in her words, "make people think that I'm married to a crazy person." There goes dressing up as the Vegas casino mobster Moe Green from "Godfather 2," I thought. 

As I said this, I passed a Styrofoam cemetery that emitted ghost noises, and I stared at the headstone cobwebs and listened intently for either several minutes or four hundred years. I'm not entirely sure. This high had a way of messing with my sense of time. I was being carried away on a mental carpet ride wherever I turned, pliable to everything around me.

It's a euphoric and fun high that allows you to get swept up in your surroundings. This would probably make a great little companion for any concert venue or sporting event, a way to immerse yourself in a show, or in my case, the werewolf aisle at my suburban Spirit Halloween store.

What I enjoyed most about this buzz was its ability to spark a sense of curiosity on an otherwise drab night. It also helped give me the patience I needed to make an educated decision on what to purchase for this vaunted holiday. Having been told that there are no outfits depicting Michael Bolton from his "Time, Love, and Tenderness" music video, I raged to all who would listen. 

But eventually, I calmed down and chose to be a Victorian-era vampire. Apparently, of all the time periods that one would want to be a vampire in, it is that of mid-to-late 19th-century London that is most desirable. This is something new that I learned and was made possible only by cannabis. 

To add the final touches, I perused the vampire fang section and picked out the perfect bloody incisors. Then I spent seventy hours or so waiting in line to purchase my costume. By the time I left, I was as sober as a judge. The Gushers buzz is brief but wondrous.

The liquid diamonds give this vape cart a sense of clarity that I don't typically feel in many vapes. It's like a deflector shield for harsh vibes. Ultimately, this is a manageable high that is chock-full of euphoria and laid-back energy. In the parlance of these spooky times, it makes one impervious to tricks but very open for treats.