“You just killed the weed man”: Adventures in buying (legal) pot – SATURDAY, FEB 11, 2017 04:30 PM PST


What I thought was a sushi joint turned out to be a marijuana boutique. It was weird to buy from strangers

 

(Credit: Getty/Andrew Caballero-Reynolds)

(Credit: Getty/Andrew Caballero-Reynolds)

Stomach growling in anticipation of a salmon avocado roll, I pushed open the door to a Bend, Oregon, store called Tokyo Starfish with chime-jangling urgency. I was getting hangry, or maybe hanxious, and needed a snack.

 But Tokyo Starfish was not the sushi restaurant I was expecting. There was no bar, no flayed fish, nothing evocative of Japan. Three snowboarders in beanies lounged on midcentury modern furniture while ambient electronica music played. A fourth sat before an iPad at a reclaimed wood counter.

“Excuse me,” I said. “Is this — not a sushi restaurant?”

“No,” said the guy, “this is a dispensary.”

“A sushi dispensary?” I asked, still hanxiously hopeful.

“No, a medicine dispensary.”

“I don’t have a card,” I sighed.

“You don’t need one.”

“Oh, it’s — legal in Oregon now?”

“It is,” smiled the snowboarder. “Would you like to look in back?”

“Nah,” I said. “I’m all set.” Supplies were running low by NorCal standards, but money, as always, was tight.

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