I have known that distinct smell of marijuana ever since I was in middle school. The year was 1975, and I was spending the night at my very popular older brother’s house (known for his infamous parties). I happened upon that plate beneath to sofa that contained, among other things, a pack of funny little thin papers, little round seeds, some weird green-brown stuff, and a cigarette lighter. It didn’t take long to put the pieces together–literally.
That’s how I knew something was in the air on December 6, 2012, the date that the glorious evergreen state of Washington