Even regular readers of this column—all five of you—may not realize I have a “day job.” I know this may come as a shock, as there are few careers more secure and lucrative as those in the newspaper industry. That’s why there are hundreds of children each year who dream of growing up to be a weed columnist. (Please do not tell me it is otherwise.)
My day job also involves weed—surprise!—although I don’t grow it or sell it. But what I do with it caught the attention of 1859, an Oregon-based magazine, as they were preparing their first feature on cannabis. They called me for an interview to talk about how legalization has impacted Oregon. We chatted, and I suggested some more folks who might help them with their article.
A couple of days later, I got an email from the magazine’s art director. “I have a potentially tacky question to ask,” she wrote. “Would you be willing to help us gather up some marijuana for our photo shoot? We need both full plants and buds. We can’t pay you, but we would be happy to give a credit to you and the farms.”
“So you’re seeking a weed wrangler?” I asked.
“Exactly!” came the response.
I’m not gonna front—this is the job I’ve been dreaming of since I was 18. (Sorry, Oregon Liquor Control Commission, I mean since I was 21.)
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