NYT ▸ The Life of a Pot Critic: Clean, With Citrus Notes

"Jake Browne was seated in a yellow suede chair, carefully rotating a marijuana bud between his fingers. “I’m looking for bugs, mildew, things I wouldn’t want to ingest,” he said, leaning forward to hold the nickel-size flower up to the light. He paused, then took a sip of water from a cup with a Miley Cyrus hologram down its side. “This looks clean,” he concluded."

And my favorite line from the story:

“I’m a human coffee, spewing words like dark-roasted drip.”

I bought my first little bag of legal weed a couple of months ago (Washington voted for recreational use in 2011). It's such a strange and awesome time to see these changes happening. I walked into a pot store, there was a menu, I picked out a strain, paid for it, and walked out. Taxes were collected, I knew exactly what I was getting, and nobody was shot. (For the record- it was some strong stuff, and I've used a tiny bit of it. A little is fun, but like alcohol - it's best in moderation).

Drugs like pot and alcohol have been with us for a millennia. They aren't going away, and it's great to see some states finally coming to terms with it and making sure everyone is safe.