This is why weed should be legal, cheap, and available everywhere. World peace would be ushered in overnight. We’d all be too busy calmly discussing random semantics and debating what Pink Floyd lyrics really meant to ever fight each other. Oh, and of course watching adult cartoons and snacking.
Wait until we all get corked and try to discuss;
One toke over the line sweet Jesus
One toke over the line
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Sweet Jesus is his pocket vaporizer. Has to be.
The classic Lawrence Welk blunder.
“Modern spiritual”, indeed. 
I set foot for the first time in one of California’s newly-legal (for recreational purposes) dispensaries. Wow. A far cry from buying a bag of miscellaneous foliage and hoping it’s Good Shit.
First: do you want edibles? drinkables? vaporizable oil? How about tinctures or ointments? If you want green foliage…which of 20 blends & varietals?
Do you know the difference between THC and CBD? Between indica and sativa? 10 mg…is that a lot? a little?
Mind-blowing…and that’s before you use the product. (Also mind-blowing: seeing billboards for weed-related businesses.)
I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering splendid
Gonna find my stash, gonna hold it tight
Gonna grab some afternoon delight…
Let’s see, package of Joe’s Joints, count of ten, rated 2.6 on the Chong Scale…retail at $30.45 ea,. with tax, $267.66…
Seriously. The tax on my purchase amounted to 36%. The state of California may not have any budget problems for a while.
(If you’re curious: 2 packs of 10 mg gummy bears; one indica, one sativa.)
I went to Tempe a couple of years ago with some comrades to see Tool and Primus in concert. All we had to do was hang around in the smoking area outside the hotel and eventually weed resellers would show up. I have to say, the legal product was at least as good as the copious amounts of hydroponics I’ve sampled.
Being from a red state, we relished in the absence of abortion crosses and halfassed bathroom laws and enjoyed much recreational repast. We asked around at some local bars and learned that it’s best to remain indoors and not toke in public. Keep cool and don’t rub it in. Sure enough, there were no stoners laying prone in their own urine to be seen. No broken bottles, no flattened beer cans, no puddles of puke… all very mellow and civilized.
I did enjoy touring one of the local head shops and seeing the multithousand dollar bongs, some with their own built-in plumbing systems. I think I know where I want to spend my retirement.
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Do y’all also have the construct “who all”? As in: Who all wants bacon gravy on their grits? If “you” gets a plural, why not “who”?
I used to go into the state-run liquor store to pick up, say, a nice bottle of Oban. The tag on the shelf would say $90, I would go to the register, hand over three twenties and a ten and that would be that. Now I can get that bottle at the grocery store for only $78 – but when you add on the tax, it is $93.
I bought some 50/50 cooking oil at the Cannabistro the other day. The nice lass behind the counter said it was going for $36. I gave her $36 and that was that.
This shit with, oh, we got to quote you the base price, and then we will add on the tax and fees and surcharges and gratuities is just bullshit that has to end. No one benefits from it. I grew up in Oregon, where the pricetag said what you were going to pay, and there is no good reason it should not be that way everywhere.
Personally, after lengthy and thorough experimentation, I don’t like eating weed. Its effect is a thud, too physical. I like my weed to loosen the gears a bit, bubble it up like a bit of salt on your beer. I don’t want to be stunned, I want to play.
It is funny how edibles of the very same stuff produces a very different high. I kind of like it, but you have to careful because it’s so easy to overdo it. Gimme another one of those-- I don’t feel anything yet! 
I find it a tad irksome that so many of the edibles are confections. We had a chocolate bar about 2" square that had to be cut up because it was 70mg total. And we had to use it soon, because we were going into the desert, where you probably do not want to be toting chocolate bars around. All well and good, but the maker just had to embed a fucking almond in the middle. I guess in order to make cutting it evenly that much more difficult. The last two pieces we had were a little on the, well, I have strong memories of not having memories of that evening.
There’s nothing sad about it. You guys, along with Idaho, Utah, New Mexico, Wyoming, Nevada, Arizona, and Montana make up an impregnable barrier to protect us on the West coast from the White Castle scourge.
Your sacrifice does not go unnoticed.
“My god, Elder One… what happened here?”
“These, my child, are the wastelands of the Intermountain West. Here were the burger wars fought. Here the great and noble In-N-Out fought to the last against the ravening hordes of White Castle. This is the devastation their clash created. Nothing withstood their fury, except a few Denny’s, scavenging like cockroaches…”
I thought Taco Bell was the only survivor.