Yes I live in Colorado. Yes, you can buy weed in a store here.
- sigh *
Yeah, I smoke it every day. Two joints in the morning, two joints at night, you know the drill. Yep, everybody in Colorado smokes it or eats it in brownies. All the time. We are all stoned, all the time. Fans blowing smoke is how the Broncos beat The Chiefs, and the plan is the same when The Patriots come to town in a few days. That Velveeta shortage–that’s our fault. That Twinkie calamity? That was some visionary at Hostess–you still can’t find them here. Yeah, we’re all pretty much done up here in Colorado. You done? Good. Can we talk about indemnifying your client now?
I was gonna put this in The Pit, but…well, you know. Don’t get me wrong, prohibition is a bad thing as is substance abuse. But please, you look like a freak when you ask a stranger/business associate whether they’re puffing the magic dragon just because they can. Sure, pot sales are booming but that doesn’t mean everybody in Colorado has suddenly become 15 years old. I’m serious, at least once a day someone calling from another state, when the business part of the call is done, gets all cozy, does the nod & wink (over the goddamned phone! How does that even work? But they do it!) and very coyly enquires about “that newly legal product” and whether or not I’ve given it a whirl. WTF Seriously? What part of, “This call may be monitored or recorded…” makes you think I’m going to let the small talk wander into that big field of tall grass where we could just lay there in the sun and feel it caressing our faces until we fall asleep and dream about being in a Hollywood movie?
But I really do love this place.