When I smoke, things that are less interesting become more interesting, and things that are already interesting become totally awesome. For this reason, it’s probably not a coincidence that all of my favorite albums are ones I began listening to soon after I started blazing.
Can you smell the sweet, pungent perfume of legalized marijuana over the horizon? On November 6, 2012, voters in Colorado and Washington passed Amendment 64 and Initiative 502, respectively, which allowed marijuana to be produced, sold, and consumed by adults 21 and older, regulated like alcohol and tobacco. However, one of the new mandates being upheld in Denver, Colorado, is aimed at the unexpected, yet most identifiable part of the process: the sticky-icky, funky-skunky smell of some dank-ass weed.
Today, almost 300,000 veterans have been diagnosed with PTSD, but many states still do not count the disorder among those that warrant a medical marijuana prescription. Because of this, veterans are seeking other legal and non-legal ways to procure weed.
We found a bunch of drawings the guy did while he was in high school. Shocker: he liked to smoke pot.
In 2011, Matt Mernagh gave the Canadian government a golden opportunity: lie down and legalize marijuana. It all started in 2008, when Matt was caught growing his own weed to treat his seizures, scoliosis, and a chronic pain condition called fibromyalgia.
The government is set to seize control of a legalised marijuana industry, in an attempt to fight crime and improve the economy.
Now that it’s possible to legally buy and smoke marijuana in many parts of the US, it’s safe to say that weed and its by-products will be ingested freely throughout the country in the next decade.
My grandpa lives in a little tin-roofed shack outside a small town in western North Carolina called Elkin. Elkin was a vibrant furniture-making hub until all the factories were all shuttered and sent to Brazil. My dad worked at the plant, my uncle worked at the plant, and my grandfather worked at the plant until he decided to devote himself to a more lumpen existence of subsistence farming, drinking, and moonshine-running.
The young people from Elkin tend to move away to nearby marginally sexy cities like Charlotte and Greensboro. Those that stick around town take jobs in rest homes and senior centers, wiping butts, dispensing pills, and giving sponge baths, or else devote themselves to perfecting bathtub methamphetamine or cultivating marijuana.
Wilkes County has the highest number of pot growers per capita in North Carolina. Every year, the DEA fly their infrared heat-seeker planes over the county’s lush hills and hollers and make dozens of arrests, and every year the pot-growers get out on bail and await their subsequent arrest the same time next year. Like much of what passes for justice, it’s a huge waste of everyone’s time.
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