I went to my first legal pot shop. The one I sort of visited last month was a trial run. Ironically enough, they all do business in cash only. Made it hard to buy anything without an income, back in May. This time I went somewhere with a selection I recognized and cash to spend on it. I stuck with a neighborhood I vibe with. It’s a little upscale for my needs but I don’t consider success a detriment.

I settled on some discount trainwreck and quality granddaddy purp.  Threw in a quarter of strawberry cough just for shits and giggles.  Recreational prices in Seattle are still less than Memphis street prices, though not by much.  The guys behind the counter had two different sales approaches.  The kid helping us had piercing blue eyes and California blonde hair.  I’d rather have the other guy helping me.  More my type.