Hey folks, I just wanted to share this experience.
I'm a huge lover of all things green. I think hemp is one of the most wonderful plants on earth. I support development into the many diverse applications of cannabis in every rational form possible. I would be a pot consumer in many forms with or without the legal ability to do so.
I see it as passive civil disobedience. It is a law that I find as reprehensible on so many levels, I will not follow it in my own country under any circumstances. There is no right held by my supposedly free government that dictates what I can or cannot put in my own body as long as no one else is being harmed. It's as disgusting as anti-choice legislation to me, or Xtian-mandated definition of marriage. No one is harmed if I grow my own two plants. There is no evidence to support any claim that I am making society in general any worse. In fact, I could make a damn good argument for how it helps me be a better person, therefore at least indirectly improving day to day interactions in a ripple effect. I see it as religiously enforced morality policing. Same as anti-homosexual laws. It is a violation of my civil rights, and I would not more sit quietly by for it as I would for racism or any other embarrassing slivers of history in our country's past.
This will go the way of the 21st Amendment. It will just take a little time. Prohibition Repeal didn't happen over night, either.
But anyway, on to my story.
I've been consuming happily and defiantly for the last two years now. It's stupidly easy to get a marijuana card in California, and they are about as abundant as a douche-bag in a Prius. (In the bay area, that's saying something.)
So for the same reason I didn't want to get married until my cousin and his boyfriend could, I didn't want to get a weed card. I also had this nagging feeling when I thought of patients in very real pain from chemo or radiation therapy or an array of other issues that do benefit tremendously from edibles, vapes or other forms of consumption.
Look. I don't lie. It's insulting to me that I have to ask the government if I can put something beneficial in my own body. Even if that benefit is nothing more than laying back in a bubble bath with a J after a stressful day of work, then drying off and still having the creativity and enthusiasm to make an inspiring dinner for my husband, work on my garden and participate here. It improves my quality of life. It makes me happy, and in turn, that makes other people near me happy. I can be a better person.
But I don't want to somehow trivialize people with serious diseases who NEED cannabis treatment. I can literally think of no better treatment for a person suffering through chemo than to share a vape and a giggle with a good friend. What it does for the body and mind are colossal on so many levels. Me getting stoned and browsing Cracked.com are inconsequential compared to that.
I think that it is my right.
I don't think that it's their right any more.
Wait. Yes I do. On a purely emotional, compassionate level. But in a lover of equality and justice in our legal system, I don't believe that anyone should have more rights than others.
So anyway. On with my story.
I get a huge supply from someone that grows for a medical co-op, so I'm usually covered. I also can get it from my boss at work, any number of my friends, or.. you know. The two plants that are growing on my front porch right night.
A 'dry spell' is something that happens to high school kids. I haven't NOT had marijuana for the last two years.
Up until this week.
My two plants aren't ready yet. They are still immature.
I just grown them in the open air, on my balcony. I treat them like I do my kitchen herbs, (I'm an experienced gardener) and they get fed on fish emulsion, organic matter from the compost pile, ect. For camouflage, I stuck a plant-identification-picture-tab in them, like you see at nurserys or at the store. So far no one has questioned it. People just see what they want to see. Well, anyway, I was kind of concerned because I'd be really sad and upset if a cop ripped them up, or if the landlady made me do it or something. That would really be the biggest consequence. In my city it's only a $100 fine. I would honestly care more about my plants being murdered than the money. I mean seriously. These are happy living beings. Can't the cop just take them and donate them to a co-op or something? Why kill them?
So we were bouncing around the idea of getting a dr. recommendation before IT happened.
The dreaded dry spell.
Sometimes, for whatever reason everyone around you runs the fuck out of weed.
It's inexplicable. Far too many variables to be connected.
Just sometimes, out of the blue..everyone runs out of weed all at once.
The other guy I sort of grow counter to had misjudged my harvest dates. I only have about six hours of sunlight on my property, so these girls are late bloomers. He thought they would be ready by now, so he sold the rest of his stock off.
My other buddy, the guy that can just buy in the club because he has a doctors recommendation was in the U.K getting married.
My boss's source was trying to quit smoking cigarettes and was taking it hard, so didn't even want to be near weed smoke...the story goes on and on. Inexplicably, everyone I knew was out of pot.
And it coincided with my PMS.
And my shoulder acted up.
It's like a perfect storm of bitchery.
So we decided to go get some weed.
It took all of an hour, not counting travel time.
Hell, if I lived in the city proper, there wouldn't even have BEEN travel time.
The Green Cross Delivers, you see.
And they brought me so many freebies.
I didn't even know there was such a thing as SWAG for Stoners.
Their start up bag was seriously precious.
Let me tell you what $60 got me.
1/4 of decent grade (and for anyone that lives outside of California, that means super-fucking-amazing grade. Our standards are just higher over all here. Pun intended.) Sour Diesel.
1 cute little air-tight glass jar with the logo on it.
1 cute little air tight plastic vial with their name and log on it.
1 cute little plastic grinder with their name and logo on it.
A lighter with their name and logo on it.
A pack of high quality papers.
An Incredible Edible Medicated Chocolate chip brownie. HOLY HELL it was yummy! Pretty potent, too! Long lasting high!
A mini LED/Black Light microscope. Seriously?! A fucking microscope the size of a thumb drive! It really works, too. Holy shit, I didn't even know those things existed! It's like something out of James Bond.
...and a little bag of real fruit juice fruit snacks. My favorite kind.
Oh. And the guy delivered it to the coffee shop I was at.
Oh. And from placing my order to delivery time it was 10 minutes.
Oh. And this is all it took to make it happen.
I used my myTouch phone to take a picture of my medical recommendation and California Driver's License.
Still using my phone, I uploaded these pictures to their site.
Then I double checked the menu (still from my phone) to be sure they had what I wanted in stock.
Then I called, placed my order. Was put on hold for less than 2 minutes while they contacted my doctor's referencing line to be sure I was a legitimate patient.
Then I met the driver at a little cafe on the corner, where he presented me with my merchandise.
Beat that, Wal-Greens!
A huge shout out to www.thegreencross.org. If you live in the Bay Area, pass the word on.
Here's my review for the office visit and delivery service on Yelp!