Mind: Prepare to be blown
Even the most challenged Mathlete amongst you knows that this week we celebrate 4/20, aka Stoner Christmas.
Cause that's what we have today, and we aren't doing any substitutions.
Take a number, we'll call you when your canna news is ready.
Despite being surrounded by numerous friends who fell victim to the flu going around, I had managed to stay healthy since March of last year, never even getting a cold.
Last week, I got up at 4:30 am, to leave at 6:30 am, to arrive in Salem by 8 am.
I've written in the past about how my work within the music and cannabis industries has been most complementary, how cannabis has saved my sanity during numerous tours, and how offering up cannabis products to touring bands has saved theirs.
How a dusty Oregon border town got its mojo back, and (presumably) doubled its city budget
The Associated Press and the Idaho Statesman, which I believe are a part of the deeply feared and dreaded "opposition party" Emperor Pussy Grabber has spoken of, both ran pieces this week that give us some insight to just how much people enjoy cannabis.
Spoiler: Someone pukes in a cat box.
A cannabis delivery service skirts the laws in NYC—and seems to get
away with it
(I'm a 40 something white guy.
As a weed columnist, the most frequent question I hear is "How the hell did you get this job?
A couple weekends ago I hosted a tour of cannabis dispensaries.