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April 20, 2013

Shopping for Weed in the U.S.

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What surprised Shopper wasn't the variety and novelty of the dispensaries. It was how, across three states, they were mostly all the same.
All located in places you'd expect to find either a tax preparer or a defunct porn store. Did they have exactly the same names? It sure seemed like it. The Little Green Pharmacy, Green Cure, Mile High Green Cross, the Green Door, Green House. And inside, high-end or low-end, they hewed to the same blueprint. The waiting room. The Plexiglas portal. The portraits of Bob Marley. The giant supercrisp-picture flat-screen TV tuned either to ESPN or to one of the channels that do crime re-creations. The bud room with one case of pipes and bongs, a cooler for drinks, a display of edibles and "concentrates," and, dominating the room, the flower bar, which usually featured canisters of buds arranged in rows from top (highest end) to bottom (best value), with your bud tenders standing nearby, manning the tweezers. Who were usually women and usually attractive. That's not an accident. -- This Bud's For You!

Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 20, 2013 8:20 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Sure beats the hell out of sitting by the rotary dial phone waiting to hear if your guy was able to score that kilo of ratty ass Mexican dirt weed.
(complete with stems big around as your thumb)

JWM

Posted by: jwm at April 20, 2013 9:37 AM

Illinois ditch weed.

Why is the herb with the basil and the dill?

Posted by: Fat Man at April 20, 2013 12:33 PM

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