The countdown to cannabis legalization has begun. Soon many of us will be able to grow plants at home. We’ll be able to leave our house carrying up to one ounce, and have eight ounces at home. It’s still hard to wrap my head around these freedoms.
I’ve spent three weekends in a row at cannabis industry conferences around the state. Last weekend over dinner, someone asked, “Have you ever been busted for weed?“
Why yes… yes, I have.
It was 1997, and I was attending a Bunny Wailer show at Champoeg State Park. Bunny was a member of Bob Marley and the Wailers, and I couldn’t have been more excited to attend. So excited, in fact, that I’d baked up a big ol’ batch of my patented ultra-strength pot cookies [“Holiday Party Meltdown,” Cannabuzz, Dec 10, 2014], and rolled up a dozen spliffs the size of small carrots.
“Have you ever been picked up by the fuzz?”
“No but I’ve been swung by the tits.”