Remember back before legalization? When buying weed used to be such an illegal chore? Sometimes the dealer answered your texts, sometimes not. Usually they had plentiful stock, but sometimes you would catch them on a busy day when they were fresh out of pot. You’d have to set up a time to visit your dealer’s terrifying mess of an apartment—or, worse, at some random public place where you’d both try to look like normal, law-abiding citizens. If you were lucky, you’d shell out $20 for two grams of dubiously sourced weed.
Just shameful.
If your dealer was “good,” he’d smoke you out, maybe even telling you what strain you’re smoking just in case you were curious. If your dealer was not so good, he’d hit on you and try to use his secret weed business as a bi-weekly opportunity to try getting into your pants.
So when I moved to Seattle just in time to see the first recreational weed shops open, it was almost a dream come true.
