An essential part of any cannabis dispensary is the security guard. I doubt anyone reading this is a virgin to dispensaries, but in case you live in a state that has legalized weed yet, let me explain. Every dispensary will have a person at the door who checks IDs or medical cannabis cards. These businesses…
Dave was the first ex-con I hired to work at my shop. I received some pushback from my corporate bosses about this. They considered Dave to be, in their words, “a risky hire.” I explained to them that Dave had done three years in jail because of cannabis possession. That is no longer a crime…
My dad was in the Marines and knows a lot of tough guys. I live in a big city that has a lot of cannabis dispensaries. There are eighteen of them within the city limits, and another dozen or so in the areas nearby. I manage one of the smaller dispensaries, and have joined a…
A few years ago a local advocacy group used to host an annual street festival called HempFest. I know that there were several different Hempfests in different states, but ours was the best. There was a stage for live music and slam poetry, food trucks and local vendors set up booths to sell merch. More…
For the last six months I have had to drive by a cannabis dispensary on my way to work, and then again on the way home. If God is indeed real, then He put this dispensary in my path to taunt me. In this state not just any random person can shop at a dispensary….
Horror movies and cannabis go together like peanut butter and jelly, or cookies and milk. There is a psychological reason for this, and I should know because it was the subject of my dissertation in college. I spent six months on this project, collecting data from all my family, friends, and associates. I would provide…
It’s the weekend, which means it’s time to get blotto! During the week I am Mr. Clean, always on time, always working hard, always there to help others. On the weekends I get to cut loose and enjoy myself, which means indulging in all the weed and alcohol I avoid during the rest of the…
My Uncle Tim is not actually a blood relative, but was my father’s childhood friend who stuck around and became a part of the family. My dad has known Tim for longer than he has known his own wife or kids. My middle name is Tim because of this friendship. When I was little I…