Stoned musing
Sometimes I think about that period of time I sold weed as a budtender in Hollywood all before it got officially legalized. We were still weighing out bud on scales, you could refill jars or bring your own, and you could buy as little as half a gram. We had this regular, a homeless guy named Peter, and we'd always sing "Hi my name is Peter can I buy a half a graaaaam" when he walked in since that's always what he got, aaaaand then legalization hit and everything got taxed out the wazoo and prepackaged and we couldn't sell half grams anymore, and we lost Peter 🥲 No one was happy visiting the dispensary anymore, everyone was angry at the huge amount of taxes, the wastefulness of the plastic packaging, the quality drop. They stopped growing buds to the size of corn cobs, everything got standardized, and it sucked. Local farmers couldn't afford the taxes or the fee to test their products and package it to be child proof. I felt like I saw a tiny sliver of what freedom is without a greedy government, just local people hooking each other up with great prices, WANTING to give you free samples, wanting to see you happy and enjoying yourself, having the funds to do it and still make profit. Makes me sick thinking nothing will be like that, and how nice it would be if everything was like that.
