If you have been here before you most likely know that though I am an advocate of legalized marijuana I am also very concerned about the full legalization plans in Colorado and Washington state which have created a big industry of eatables. Ingesting weed very often becomes a matter of too much at once and can ruin your day, perhaps send you to a hospital, and God forbid kids get hold of the infused candy. It could all mean an abrupt end to this long overdue experiment.
Best to go the way of Washington DC and Alaska. Allow people to possess, smoke and grow weed but keep the sale, the marketing and the money out of it. For as Texas evangelical fundamentalist tea party state representative David Simpson from Longview explains,
“God did not make a mistake when he made marijuana that the government needs to fix.”
I just read an article Stoned stand-up often no laughing matter for comedy crowds which makes my point. Standup comedians traveling through Colorado are ingesting weed before their shows and making a mess of things. Comedians Ralphie May, Reggie Watts and Pete Holmes were just a few who did so poorly on stage people were given their money back.
True story: On a winter night in Oshkosh, Jerry and I were at his house getting ready to meet a group of hopeful clients at Ed’s Dinner Club out on the highway. We put on our suits and ties and were having a beer in the kitchen when The Dog came by with some brownies and a 8mm movie projector he had rented for a bachelor’s from the night before. Just one he told us. We took two each.
It had snowed quite a bit the week before and there were great mounds of it piled around Ed’s parking lot. We entered the front door and sat at the bar in front of the dining area waiting for our contacts to arrive. We ordered a few beers and I noticed Jerry’s elbow slip off the bar causing his chin to hit the rail. I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Before we knew it we were both on the floor crawling to the front door to get out of there before we were seen or died.
With our internal temperatures as high as we were, on our knees we clumsily negotiated the big front door with the storm door and crawled to the nearest mound of snow to lay face down in relief. Moaning for help. Reverse snow angels.
Luckily, Jerry’s roommate Keester found us before our clients did and gathered us up to take home. Keester dragged us into the living room and turned us over on our backs so we would not suffocate in our own drool. The Dog was still there with the 8mm projector beaming to the ceiling. A black & white short of that standard old Mexican donkey film. He played it over and over again saying. I TOLD YOU JUST ONE. Sadly that donkey and his girl friend became embedded in my brain for the rest of the life. So please… SMOKE IT DON’T EAT IT.