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Vegas, baby. Here we come. My first real trip. My first time west of the Mississippi—well, technically not true. I think my mom took me to St. Louis once when I was a kid,but this… this was different. This was freedom. The bags were packed, the nerves tucked somewhere deep under the excitement.The weed was in my bag, the ecstasy was with Andy (which I’d never tried—until t …

I’m doing my best to stick to this weekly blog, but damn, this shit is hard! With work, bills, babies, and my own ADD pulling me in a million directions, sitting down and writing can feel impossible. But hey, I’m here! Look at me now, Ma! So, where were we? Oh yeah—the moment I realized cannabis was more than just a plant. It was medicine. It was community. It was a commodity tha …