Gadfly2317
11-24-2008, 04:20 PM
I do not know why I didn't do this earlier (well, actually I do, weed is plentiful, potent, and easily obtained, and so I was always too stoned or lazy to do it, and if I had the spare $135, instead of getting a card, I'd just get more weed!)
I saw in some national news report the feds were griping that we have "more dispensaries than Star Bucks" in San Francisco. That makes it sound bad, since most towns these days all Coffee Shops are Star Bucks (for small cities and towns, maybe one indie shop if you are lucky.) But there are dozens of coffee shops that aren't Star Bucks here. . .in fact, I'd say Star Bucks makes up well less than 1/2 of coffee shops. All I'm saying is, it's not like there's a dispensary on every neighborhoods street corner or something.
But I digress. It should be this way everywhere. Go into the store, see the menu on the wall, open and smell any jar, look at the gorgeous array of buds under a giant and powerful illuminated magnifying glass, discuss the different psychoactive and physical effects with the staff (like what is mellow with no anxiety, what is up and perky for daytime use, what is good for pain relief if you have that issue, and what will just plain melt you into a chair for three hours.) It really was similar to going to a winery/tasting.
And you get a document to keep in your car so you are ok if you get pulled over. If only this thing were honored in all fifty states and by the airlines so I could visit relatives more easily. It would be nice of the whole U.S. were a free nation and finally ended marijuana prohibition. . . chaining and caging people like animals for using this beneficial and fun plant that grows out of the ground this way. If you support criminalizing marijuana, but are cool with booze and cigarettes being legal, you aren't just a hypocrite, you are clinically insane and bereft of basic decency and compassion.
Sorry about the political rant. I was stoked about the Grape Skunk and the Sour Diesel I just picked up, and then it occurred to me that I may not always get to live here and got to remembering what the non-free parts of America are like, and how it feels like a different century ago when I lived somewhere they'd actually take you to jail if they found an old roach in your car.
I saw in some national news report the feds were griping that we have "more dispensaries than Star Bucks" in San Francisco. That makes it sound bad, since most towns these days all Coffee Shops are Star Bucks (for small cities and towns, maybe one indie shop if you are lucky.) But there are dozens of coffee shops that aren't Star Bucks here. . .in fact, I'd say Star Bucks makes up well less than 1/2 of coffee shops. All I'm saying is, it's not like there's a dispensary on every neighborhoods street corner or something.
But I digress. It should be this way everywhere. Go into the store, see the menu on the wall, open and smell any jar, look at the gorgeous array of buds under a giant and powerful illuminated magnifying glass, discuss the different psychoactive and physical effects with the staff (like what is mellow with no anxiety, what is up and perky for daytime use, what is good for pain relief if you have that issue, and what will just plain melt you into a chair for three hours.) It really was similar to going to a winery/tasting.
And you get a document to keep in your car so you are ok if you get pulled over. If only this thing were honored in all fifty states and by the airlines so I could visit relatives more easily. It would be nice of the whole U.S. were a free nation and finally ended marijuana prohibition. . . chaining and caging people like animals for using this beneficial and fun plant that grows out of the ground this way. If you support criminalizing marijuana, but are cool with booze and cigarettes being legal, you aren't just a hypocrite, you are clinically insane and bereft of basic decency and compassion.
Sorry about the political rant. I was stoked about the Grape Skunk and the Sour Diesel I just picked up, and then it occurred to me that I may not always get to live here and got to remembering what the non-free parts of America are like, and how it feels like a different century ago when I lived somewhere they'd actually take you to jail if they found an old roach in your car.