Quite the evangelical in the Cult of Cannabis, I would do anything for this opportunity to work in a dispensary. But I should have known better. When I researched the Corporation prior to my interview, I read that the founding Colorado CEO had to step down once it was discovered that he had lied on the application. The Corporation’s CFO, who was an ex-credit card marketer and did not use marijuana, then became the new CEO. The Corporation founded on an untruth did not bode well and there was cause for concern, but I discounted those thoughts and went to the interview. Should I just burn thru it?
At the interview, the Corporation stressed that it was the “best of the best” of “medical” marijuana dispensaries. Continue reading →
Why on earth would a budtender, an extremely passionate supporter and user of marijuana ever write an article for PopPot? This true believer had used marijuana off and on for decades, and so believed in the efficacy of marijuana as a “medicine,” that I left the field of physical therapy to work as a Registered Marijuana Dispensary Agent (aka budtender) in a Massachusetts “medical” marijuana dispensary. It took 1.5 years working there and sustaining physical and mental harm before I woke up. The “treacherous” marijuana industry, whose only concern is for profits at the expense of patient health, was very alluring. This cannabis supporter bought its enticing lure — hook, line and sinker.”
I was one of the most pro-marijuana individuals you could ever meet, quite the cannabis enthusiast Continue reading →
Amanda Bynes made headlines last week, sharing her story for the cover of Paper Magazine. Her optimistic tale of recovery repeats in People Magazine, which published portions of the interview. Amanda admitted that she began drug abuse starting with marijuana, age 16. She continued pot use and also used Molly, Ecstasy and Adderall.
By Erin My neighbor’s marijuana almost killed my dog…..and that could’ve been my child. The guy continually smokes on his porch, in front of me and my four year-old child, then throws his half-smoked smoked marijuana cigarettes on my porch. He’s my upstairs neighbor. My dog ate one of his butts and almost died.
It easily could’ve been my child. The thing is, no matter who I call — police, property management, they treat me like I’m some overzealous, anti-drug mom. Continue reading →