I was granted a medical-marijuana license, even though I'm healthy and I don't smoke weed. I went to a doctor's office that consisted of a desk, a TV, two cans of air freshener and a man wearing a Hawaiian T-shirt. I told Dr. Magnum P.I. about my constant anxiety, insomnia and headaches — two more conditions than any previous patient had bothered to mention. He freaked out and gave me a pot license for only six months until I saw a psychologist. My lovely wife Cassandra, however, got a full year's prescription by claiming she was afflicted with a condition called "menstruation."The entire piece is well worth your time.
14 December 2009
The Dispensaries vs. the Dime-Baggers
Joel Stein's hilarious take on California's growing, and practically legal, pot industry:
Posted by Wayne at 12/14/2009