Remember back in January when the Seattle Police Department told The Stranger that marijuana-delivery services “probably” didn’t warrant police action?
That's about to change.
In a December 10 meeting, David Mendoza, a policy adviser in the mayor’s office, told a few members of the city council that the administration wants the Seattle Police Department to crack down on weed-delivery services. And in case council members doubted whether these services really exist, Mendoza told them: “The Stranger—you can open that up and find 7 or 10 business providing those services any day of the week. There’s no provision for them. We feel we should close them down.” (Has this guy ever heard of Weedmaps? Or Leafly? The pages of The Stranger certainly aren't the only place to find these services.)
Anyway, it’s true, people in the know say that pot delivery is unequivocally illegal and a felony offense. It's not allowed under Washington’s medical marijuana law, or under I-502, which legalized recreational pot. The services are often accused, like some dispensaries, of providing pot without requesting a medical authorization. But until now, they've basically been ignored by law enforcement.
The mayor’s office now plans to direct police to shut down the city's delivery services and possibly use what Mendoza called a “one strike” program, offering them the chance to escape criminal charges—but have their weed seized—the first time they’re caught.
But that wasn’t all Mendoza was there to say.
Evan Bush at the Seattle Times writes: "Sam Burke hopes to open a marijuana store at 15th Avenue and East Republican Street in Capitol Hill. The proposed store would replace a veterinary clinic next to the Hopvine Pub and across the street from Caffe Ladro, a coffee shop."
The city should let Burke know if his application is approved sometime next week. If that happens, all the lazy stoners who complain about having to schlep over to Uncle Ike's Pot Shop to get their legal weed should be mollified, right?
"Anybody know what QUEFF-FING is?" I love these ladies and this video. Smoke it, up G-Mas! Also, a related bonus picture of my Aunt Roach, after the jump...
Video by a Seattle company called cut!
Mashawnda Clay & Tahjarae Brown here @ 23rd & Union protesting Uncle Ike's Pot Shop near Mt Cavalry Christian Ctr. pic.twitter.com/bPnLc1GVj6
— Lindsey Wasson (@lindseywasson) October 5, 2014
How does Ian Eisenberg, who lives in Leschi and owns Uncle Ike's, respond? "We can sell legal pot and they can stage a legal protest," he says. "That’s what makes America great!"
He adds: "The pastor seems to think we got some kind of special zoning change for the shop. It is hard to understand where this kind of thing is coming from. I don’t know how to disprove a negative."
On this, Eisenberg is right. CHS Seattle suggested that Seattle's rules about the locations of marijuana establishments are unclear. They're not. The city's Department of Planning and Development says pot shop owners should read up on state law, not city law, to make sure their businesses aren't too close to parks or schools. And there's nothing in relevant portions of the state or city code about churches.
Witherspoon did not respond to a message seeking comment.
To continue with the marijuana theme on the blog today—look at these happy folks in the CD gettin' weeded for the first time!—I thought about posting a weed-positive anthem, but there are so many of them. Too many of them.
Instead, let's listen to a couple joints that explore the uh, less positive sides of weed—the getting-way-too-hungry, forgetting-to-brush-your-teeth, and/or being-a-hippie side!
We'll start with Parquet Courts "Stoned and Starving," and then move onto a couple older songs by two of the biggest sweeties in music, Daniel Johnston and Jonathan Richman, being hilariously judgmental about pot with "Pot Head" and "I'm Straight." (Ironically, Richman has maybe never sounded so… uh, not sober.)
Seattle's second pot store, Uncle Ike's, is NOW OPEN right where the Philly Cheese Steak used to be at 23rd and Union. The space has also been the Beehive Bakery and Med Mix, as well as the site of two murders and an August 2013 arson. Things hopefully will be more mellow now... though some are concerned about gentrification, which is a legitimate worry in the CD for sure.
But if you're going to buy some legal marijuana, you might get hungry, and you might want to support some local businesses. Where should you go eat? (Before you go home and legally enjoy your legal marijuana there, of course—not after you surreptitiously spark a bowl on the street and proceed to a nicely stoned, celebratory lunch, for that would be technically illegal.)
Here we go! Click on the names for more details!
1. The Neighbor Lady: The good people of the Twilight Exit (which you could also walk to, but it doesn't open until 4 p.m.) run the Neighbor Lady, where Thompson’s Point of View used to be. It's divey and comfy, with old-fashionedy patterned wallpaper, and has sandwiches and good vegetarian options. Opens at noon.
2. Cortona Cafe: Waffles. One more time: waffles.
3. Adey Abeba Ethiopian Restaurant: Eat with your hands, for cheap, in a pretty room! With especially good vegetarian options.
4. Queen Bee Cafe: Crumpets! And CRUMPWICHES. Fun to say, even better to eat.
5. The Barbecue Pit: Pookie knows what he's doing with barbecue and is also awesome to talk to. Of the advent of the new pot store, he says, "Ah, damn!" He encourages you to come on down: "Most of the guys around here are high as hell anyway... We do accommodate all drug addicts." Here's some more about Pookie and his place. Open from noon to 7 pm., and note: Cash only.
6. Lotus Thai: Right next to where Catfish Corner used to be (sigh!!!), Lotus uses the color orange in a way that will make you feel happy, plus the people are nice, the mood is cheerful, and the Thai food is inexpensive and good.
UPDATE! And, of course (thanks, dr0g), there is always Ezell's, for fried chicken so good, it ought to be illegal, plus dinner rolls so good, you'll wish you could sleep on a bed of them. But wait! Take a hunk of Ezell's chicken, embed it in one of Ezell's heavenly rolls, and dip it in Ezell's chicken gravy. A friend who is definitely no stranger to marijuana told me about this innovation in Ezell's-eating, with the seriousness of someone who's discovered something very important in life. Go and try it. Ezell's just a little further from Uncle Ike's than these other places, is all.
And here's where to eat if you're buying pot at Cannabis City in Sodo, Seattle's FIRST legal pot store, which will probably have much shorter lines today.
Guess what? The Grocery Outlet in the Central District is conveniently located on MLK and Union, just a short trip (HA!) down from the new Uncle Ike's, Seattle's second legal pot shop. Just five blocks away. This is great news, considering one of my all-time favorite Really, Really Stoned™ activities is spending 1-2 hours carefully walking through each aisle of Groc Out, examining the weird goods and singing along to the "Grocery Outlet Bargain Maaarket" jingle that plays on a cheerful loop.
To prepare for the opening of Uncle Ike's weed mart, I got stoned as fuck last night on a JuJu Joint (available at Ike's) and some other mystery pot I found in my desk, and found the best things you can buy at the Groc Out while extremely high. Good ideas, bad ideas, disgusting ideas—but don't worry, everything is pretty cheap, so if you end up with a couple Professional Cantaloupe Keepers, at least you know you got them at a deep discount. (They also make great gifts? I'm hoping?)
There’s a New Weed Shop in Town: As Ansel Herz reported on Slog last night, Uncle Ike’s opens today at noon at 2310 E. Union Street in the Central District. (As of an hour ago, a dude is already lined up, according to Ike's FB page.) Owner Ian Karl Eisenberg says he has enough supply to “stay open forever, I think.” Meanwhile, some local residents are concerned about the pot shop’s gentrifying effect on the neighborhood.
City Council Approves New Parking Meters and Rates: Market-based pricing—that is, pricing based on demand—is coming to Seattle, as well as new pay stations. As the Seattle Times reports, motorists in some areas may pay $3 an hour from 8-11 a.m., but $4 from during high-demand times, from 11 a.m.-6 p.m. SDOT will begin the project early next year and hope to complete it by the end of 2016.
Bus Cuts Tabled: Despite threats, the Metropolitan King County Council decided to cancel its plans to make cuts to service, citing a surge in sales-tax income and “a closer look at Metro Transit’s own budgets,” reports the Seattle Times.
People Are Still Pissed: About the Seattle Housing Authority’s proposal to raise the rent, reports King 5. Last night the SHA held its last meeting in a series of community hearings on its plan to raise rents by more than 500 percent over five years, which would affect more than one-third of its tenants. Here’s some background on the plan that apparently no one supports.
Estimated Costs for Waterfront Plan Skyrocket: By as much as $200 million, due to Bertha, inflation, mitigation payments, administrative costs, and other factors, say mayoral staffers. As a result, Mayor Murray wants to scale back the ambitious plan. The Seattle Times has the details.
Another legal weed store is (finally) about to open in Seattle. And this time, unlike SODO's Cannabis City, it's a ten minute bike ride away from The Stranger's offices! Plus, it's got everything. Uncle Ike's opens Tuesday at noon at 23rd and Union—2310 E. Union St—offering kush, edibles, cookies, trail mix, pre-rolls, two brands of vape pens, and a second storefront full of colorful pipes and bongs.
Will be there a huge line tomorrow, like on the opening day for pot stores around Washington?
"The truth is we have no idea," says owner and local business magnate Ian Karl Eisenberg. (The name Ike comes from his initials, he's a resident of the neighborhood, and he also owns the nearby building that holds The Neighbor Lady.)
Either way, he says he has enough supply to "stay open forever, I think." He wouldn't be specific about quantities for security reasons, and later clarified that he meant that among the whole product line, he expected to have at least one item in stock at any given time.
The main store is set back from street in a small building that looks like it's made from corrugated steel. Vintage posters from the 1968 film Mary Jane adorn the walls, menus flash on large monitors above the cashiers, and there's an ATM in the corner. Attention Congressman/professional concern troll Dave Reichert: Eisenberg says the state already made him set the cash machine so it doesn't work with welfare EBT cards.
Across the street at the historic barber shop Earl's Cuts and Styles, the barbers and patrons told me they welcomed the new pot shop on what some consider a "cursed" corner. "Get a little something, then get a haircut," said a barber named Stuart Reed. Three guys in Earl's said they hope, though, that Uncle Ike's hires some employees who are black and live in the Central District—and that so far, they hadn't seen any.
Her name is Charlo Greene. Last night, she revealed on live TV that she is the owner of the Alaska Cannabis Club, an organization that provides links between medical marijuana cardholders and regular pot consumers. She is fighting for the legalization of the drug in her state. She thinks it's unfair that its common users and dealers are criminalized.
After the revelation, she stated: "As for this job, not that I have a choice, but… fuck it. I quit.” She then walked out of the fiction of the newsroom and into where she will remain forever—our reality behind the camera in the studio.
Eight months ago, an explosion and fire tore through the Hampton Greens apartment complex in Bellevue. It happened at 6:30 in the morning. Among the residents was Nan Campbell, the 87-year-old former mayor of Bellevue. She was the city’s first female mayor, elected in 1988.
According to charging documents filed July 22 in US District Court in connection with the explosion, Campbell “was forced to flee the building as a result of the fire, and fell and fractured her pelvis while doing so.” Another woman in the building had to “drop out of her third-story window to escape the flames,” which resulted in a fractured spine, broken arm, and broken ankle. Yet another woman fractured her leg after leaping from a second-story window to escape. Authorities say the fire began after butane fuel, which was being used to make hash oil, ignited in one of the apartments. Campbell happened to be in a neighboring unit at the time. She was taken to the hospital after her fall, and “she later expired due to complications” from her injuries.
At a press conference on July 22, US Attorney Jenny Durkan announced she was filing federal charges against seven people who allegedly operated hash-oil-manufacturing labs that exploded, including that residential lab in Bellevue. Other explosions cited occurred in a house in Puyallup, a house in Seattle, and an apartment building in Kirkland. Seven suspects face up to 35 years in prison on charges that include endangering human life while manufacturing a controlled substance, maintaining a drug-involved premises, and manufacturing hash oil.
I (figuratively) shit on the National Review on a fairly regular basis. And for good reason! National Review has been the house organ for spineless mainstream conservatism for many decades now, and it's home to some of the dumbest commenters on the web. But everyone losing their shit over the New York Times coming out as pro-pot needs to give a little credit to National Review, which published an editorial in favor of legalization back in 1996. The Times editorial is a huge deal, and it's arriving at just the right time, but the National Review endorsement came at a time when conservatives were still big believers in the War on Drugs, and it's arguably the more courageous of the two editorials.
Their editorial was very conservative, railing against drugs from the outset.
Things being as they are, and people as they are, there is no way to prevent somebody, somewhere, from concluding that “National Review favors drugs.” We don’t; we deplore their use; we urge the stiffest feasible sentences against anyone convicted of selling a drug to a minor. But that said, it is our judgment that the war on drugs has failed, that it is diverting intelligent energy away from how to deal with the problem of addiction, that it is wasting our resources, and that it is encouraging civil, judicial, and penal procedures associated with police states. We all agree on movement toward legalization, even though we may differ on just how far.
Though they had to perform some moral backflips to fall on the side of legalization, the National Review embraced it as a conservative idea. I bring this up to demonstrate that conservatives have every reason to favor legalization. And I also bring it up to remind Washington State's fiscal conservatives that the Washington State Liquor Control Board has entirely botched the rollout of legalized marijuana in this state. Legislators out in the red counties should be hopping mad that an inept government bureaucracy is depriving the state of tens of thousands of dollars' worth of tax income. Maybe Olympia ought to make WSLCB reform a priority this fall?
Between January and June, Seattle police wrote 82 tickets for public consumption of pot in a state that voted in 2012 to legalize the sale of cannabis to adults for recreational use but does not allow it to be used in public places.A map of where these tickets were issued and information about the age of the offenders would be telling. As someone who lives in South Seattle and uses the 7 bus regularly, I can honestly say that there are a lot of young black males who seem to have no idea that smoking pot in public is not legal. I have only seen two types brazenly blaze in the open in my area: young black males and homeless men. And indeed...
Of those 82 tickets, 36 percent were issued to African-Americans, who make up just eight percent of Seattle's population, according to the police report and census data. Most of the African Americans ticketed were men, the report found.
Also hit heavily with citations were people who reported to be homeless or living in vacant lots, shelters or hotels. About 46 percent of those ticketed did not have a permanent address, the report found.It's also interesting that I almost never see young black males drinking in public—that's something I and other older black males do (and we are always cautious about it). And here is something I have also noticed: If a police officer spots you drinking in public (he sees you, you see your bottle or can), the thing to do is to make a display of hiding your offence. The visibility of the action confirms their authority, and officers tend to be satisfied with this confirmation, and continue on with their business. Here is where I like to drink in public:
The National Review is all over this most pressing of stories:
In his new book Clinton, Inc., which hits bookshelves today, [Daniel] Halper quotes a friend and law-school classmate of the former first lady and New York senator who says: “I think she’s acknowledged it, and if she hasn’t acknowledged it everybody else will tell you: She was an enthusiastic pot user.”
The commenters on the story at The Corner are outraged that a human being may have smoked marijuana:
Drunk or high. Both are indicators of someone that should not be trusted with the destiny of our country and the futures of our children.
1st we had Obama & his Choom antics...Do we really want Hillary's Chooma presidency next?....
Sure she smoked pot. Most democrats are drug users of sort of other.
Democrats have contributed much to our culture these last 50 years.
Abortion on demand. Rampant gay sex. Unlimited drug use. Aids.
Cohabitation. Alcohol abuse. Gambling addiction. Subsidized government free handouts. Oppressive taxation. Redistribution just to name a few.
No wonder they are called progressives.
probably gotta chunk of THC the size of a charcoal briquette lodged in her brain.
When asked about pot use on her book tour, Clinton replied: “I didn’t do it when I was young, I’m not going to start now." I don't claim to have any knowledge of what Clinton did or did not do as a young person, but I do know that I am looking forward to the day when politicians don't have to waste anyone's time with an accounting of their youthful marijuana use.
Slog tipper Joe Szilagyi sent these along:
These commercials have apparently been repurposed from the Colorado Department of Transportation. This first one interests me because it seems to take place in a public park. Aren't pot smokers supposed to only enjoy their marijuana within the comfort of their own homes?
Also of interest: All of these commercials focus on male pot smokers. Are female stoners ever going to get any goddamned respect? One more after the jump:
Around the time the prez warded off a man in a horse mask, this happened:
"Asked him if he wanted a hit of pot...he laughed! #legalizeit #iinhaled," says Instagrammer Matt Anton in the accompanying caption. More evidence that you don't have to actually smoke the stuff to have a good time.
By Malcolm Smith:
I bought a bag of marijuana today at Cannabis City, Seattle's first legal retail pot store, just after they opened at noon. (Surprisingly for a pot store, they opened on time.) It was a different experience from every other time I've bought pot—and I've bought a lot of pot before—not just because there were dozens of TV crews swarming outside. What legalization provides, prohibition never could: explicit certainty about what I purchased, what it contains, what it doesn't contain, where it came from, where the money goes, and the promise that every time I purchase this product it will be essentially the same.
Here's the excellent pot, the bag, a receipt, and a very detailed label:
Consumers will decide whether all that certainty is worth the price; the two-gram bag was $40, including $10 in tax, which is generally higher than street prices.
Some people already say it's not worth it. Standing beyond the media frenzy was John Stuart, 24, who was wearing a pair of pot-leaf-print shorts and a Marilyn Manson t-shirt. His friend had a white pit bull on a rope. Were they waiting to buy pot inside? "No, because I got a medical-marijuana card and it's way too expensive at Cannabis City," said Stuart. "You could go to Westlake Park and get it for $10 a gram. That's a lot cheaper than going to the store."
But the pot Stuart can buy in a dispensary or in a park will never be like this. The glut of information on that label represents something between government overreach and a pot-lover's dream come true.
The largest typeface on the label details the precise composition of the drug. This strain is called OG's Pearl, which contains exactly 21.5 percent THC (the predominant set of psychoactive chemicals in cannabis). The label then lists the CBD, a more narcotic chemical found in marijuana, and the nonpsychoactive CBG. The label goes on: These buds are 80 percent indica-type cannabis (as opposed to the more stimulating sativa, which presumably makes up the other 20 percent). It lists the moisture content (6.25 percent), the day it was harvested (June 2), the day it was tested (June 23), where it was grown (Kitsap County), how it was grown (indoors), and who grew it (Nine Point Growth Industries).
If I like this product, I can buy it again and it will reliably be the same thing. If the product changes—how or where it's grown, whether there are shifts in chemical composition at the next harvest—it will be right there on the label.
"The whole place was built for a safe," says Chris Stipe, one of the managers of Main Street Marijuana. "It used to be a jewelry store, which closed back in June, I think, and it was not easy for us to find the right location for the business. There are these rules and guidelines you have to follow, and you have to hope the landlord is totally cool with it. It's legal but it's a new thing." The glass cabinets that once displayed golden rings, glittering necklaces, and sparkling gems will soon display two strains of pot in neat little packages. The variety in the store, however, will not be found in the pot but in pot's paraphernalia, which are presently displayed on the top of the glass cabinets—pretty pipes, pipes that look like bones, psychedelic pipes, and an unusual cast of baroque bongs. At the north corner of the space is an ATM (the business can only accept cash), and behind it is the massive safe. "Generally the feeling about this store's opening has been very positive. There have not been any protesters, the situation is not political, and the city isn't divided," says Stipe.
Indeed, this has been my impression. Vancouver is really relaxed about this major turning point in its history.
Are you high enough to really enjoy this video of a hedgehog's birthday party? (Or are you so high that it's confusing/terrifying?)
How about this video of animals dancing to excellent late '80s hit "Push It"?
Wait, wait, everyone loves animal videos. Maybe this calls for a poll, instead...
When I was in my teens and early twenties, I didn't much enjoy pot. It always made me completely incompetent at social interactions (as opposed to mostly incompetent at social interactions) and I'd often wind up, literally, drooling on myself. I preferred drinking, and I could count the number of times I smoked pot on both hands. And then I quit smoking, and that made me even less inclined to smoke pot—the harshness of pot smoke practically makes a drag from a Camel Light seem like a soothing velvet lung-cloak in comparison.
In the last few years, though, I've learned to love pot. The thing that won me over was a watermelon-flavored pot lollipop, which I consumed while all alone in the comfort of my own home, accompanied by nothing but a huge stack of DVDs. (I wound up watching Jason X for the first time, and I loved it.) Every few months, I'd enjoy an edible—mostly in lollipop or fake Jolly Rancher-form, although brownies and cookies are okay every now and again, too—like that. When it comes to getting high, I most identified with this quote from Avengers director Joss Whedon:
"I think weed's a fine thing, for the enjoyment of and, occasionally, for thinking about movies," Whedon says. "I don't use it socially because it does not improve my socializing. And I never, ever smoke unless it's the last thing I do that day because there's a long period of stupid that comes after it that's pretty useless. You don't need it, but every now and then it takes you to a different place."
And that's been okay for me—a way to slow down and stop the internal chatter and relax into a puddle every month or so. The craziest thrill I've gotten from pot comes from brushing my teeth while high, which feels so fucking good that it ought to be illegal. And that's about as adventurous as I've been. I love taking long walks, but I can't imagine taking a long walk while very high. Pot doesn't make me hungry, so I've luckily never had to live through the indignity of trying to buy food at a store or a restaurant while out of my face. I can't even imagine going to a movie theater after consuming an edible, because I think the other people in the theater would freak me out.
But lately, I've been enjoying the hell out of JuJu Joints. The website for JuJu Joints describe them as "sleek, discreet, cannabis vaporizing e-joint[s]," and that's about right. They're single-use e-cigarettes, and they each contain about 150 hits. The thing I prefer about JuJu Joints as compared to edibles is that the high kicks in after a couple minutes (as opposed to a couple hours) and you can regulate the high more efficiently—if you're looking to feel a little more relaxed than usual, you can drag on the Joint once or twice. If you're looking to LOSE YOUR MIND, you hit it four or five times. (I still consume edibles, but only when I want to shut myself in for the night with some bad horror movies.) There's little to no odor with JuJu Joints, the mist is a totally different sensation from cigarette smoke and so it doesn't stir up any uncomfortable memories of smoking, and for an occasional user like me, one Joint lasts forever.
Living in Seattle in 2014 means encountering a whole lot of pot smoke while walking down the street. Every time I wander into thick cloud of the stuff, I practically want to chase the smokers down, grab them by their lapels, and shake them until they realize they could be enjoying other, more civilized options. Why the hell would you jam a plant into a piece of glass and light it on fire, I want to ask them, when there are so many superior ways to get high?
Back in 2012, when Sleep's mighty Dopesmoker album was reissued, The Stranger ran a survey of songs that will enhance your marijuana experience to the utmost. Now seems like a good time to revisit it. Dank me later.
Dominic is now racing back to the office from Sodo, and between the million-degree heat and the fact that he was reporting on a place where you can buy bags of marijuana, there's really no telling if he'll ever make it back to the office. But in the meantime, he was nice enough to tweet out a picture of a package of legal weed. Take a historic look:
My first legal pot purchase and the receipt to prove it! Roll a joint in your grave, Harry Anslinger. pic.twitter.com/NI1CnLNbp9— Dominic Holden (@dominicholden) July 8, 2014
Remember a year ago when they were still trying to decide what to put on those labels? And here it is, at last.
Good luck getting back here, Dom!
Cannabis City says they issued 47 press passes for their tiny storefront, but they ran out, with even more press clamoring for passes in the hour before the store opened, and the word on the street—literally, I was just standing out on the street—was that there's not that much pot for sale and it could run out as fast as the press passes.
The crowd is a mix of mainstream Seattleites with a few holdouts of the relic hippie pot culture, people who are rightfully there to bask in the achievement that they've worked for for so long.
But, as Ben Livingston and I reported earlier, this is not about countering the black market, not yet about a functional market that replaces the illicit one. For now, it's basically a dog-and-pot show.
At noon, the doors opened to the first customers and now the real test begins, to see if over the next few years, this can actually be the predominant model to sell marijuana in Washington State. I'll report later on the first pot sales and what, exactly, we found when walked inside.
That looooong line outside Top Shelf Cannabis in Bellingham this morning? It kept going strong 10:27 a.m., nearly two and a half hours after the first legal pot sale in Washington, when the last person filed in the door.
By that time, a pizza truck had pulled into the parking lot to feed the crowd. Top Shelf sold out (230 bags of two grams worth) of their first variety, OG Pearl Kush, one employee said.
Kudos to the pot shop's crew and their customers. The former were highly organized and on top of their game, expertly managing the media; the latter, patient and universally friendly. Before I left, Ward Nelson, the store's manager, walked across the parking lot towards the pizza truck and exclaimed, "The state's got nothing to worry or complain about!"
Yes, Washington's pot legalization is very far from perfect. I heard folks grumbling about the high prices. Some said other drugs ought to be decriminalized. People mused, their brown bags of pot in hand, that demand will outstrip the legal supply, leaving the underground market thriving. One man stood outside holding a marijuana stem and complained that it's still virtually impossible for him to start his industrial hemp textile manufacturing business.
But to focus on all of that would be to miss the most important part of the day: the symbolism of being able to legally get a bag of pot like you would a bottle of beer. All the folks in the video above who definitely are not smoking their first batch of weed today? They were all giddy at the thought.
"I remember smoking out in the woods" to avoid being seen, said Kyle Szegredi, a graphic design student at Whatcom Community College who's on the cusp of transferring to Seattle Central Community College on Capitol Hill. "And now it's come this far to where I can walk into a store and buy legal marijuana." He says he probably won't bother with risking fines or under-the-table buys any more.
"All my friends smoked weed" in high school, he says. "I gotta be a bit more adult now. This feels more adult." Washington's growing up!
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