Colorado is the Place to Be. Micro Brewed Beers and Plenty of Weed.

Searching for that place that won’t persecute them for possession of marijuana, or zero tolerance of unjust marijuana laws, or smoking cannabis with a few friends. I must admit I don’t like the price increase of housing or the confused out of state Drivers filling up the roads.

But, I too, was a cannabis refugee. My family was in the military, both mother and father. My father was a MP, Military Police in the Army, We moved from Germany to Georgia. I was just starting high school. Made good friends, my first car was a 49 Plymouth. Slow but classy for the late 80’s. I never missed a day of school till eleventh grade. By then my parents were going through a rocky transition to civilian life, after retiring from the military. My brother and I would get caught with beer or be drunk, only to get our asses whooped. My brother left first. I moved out in the eleventh grade, determined to graduate, unlike my brother. But what was I to do after school.

I loved traveling, smoking weed, drinking, meeting new people, I needed an Adventure. Hell, I started elementary school in Alaska. why not go there? It seemed as far away as one could get. Now, as a child I had a reoccurring dream, I was told to go to bed in the middle of the day. This would happen over and over.  It wasn’t until middle school that I found out that Alaska has a long summer light cycle which explained the recurring dreams.

seeing the sights

To My excitement, the State of Alaska changed their marijuana policies. If you were 18 you could possess a QP of Cannabis. So after a minute of thought. I sold my assets, a truck and the 49 Plymouth and bought a one way ticket to Alaska. I had to wait five months to meet the age requirement. But, I was drinking and smoking soon after arriving. I wanted my family to see me in a different light. I guess I didn’t want my family to look at me as someone who was a criminal, breaking the law all the time. but I solved the weed issue by moving to where it was legal and by twenty one, I felt they could handle me drinking since the government could. However, to my surprise a talk show host, Phil Donahue, came to Anchorage to air a show about Alaska’s marijuana rules. He’s a bitch like Nancy Grace. Well the State of Alaska felt the pressure and changed their laws, making me a criminal again. By then, I was flying in helicopters daily, working in the bush and in the Arctic circle. Hell, I thought I was a Badass. So I joined the Army, needed more Adventure. You may be wondering, did I stop smoking weed? sorta. I focused on growing like everyone in Alaska did, indoors!  I got out of the service in Colorado and I used my GI Bill to get a degree in Ceramics, at Metropolitan State University of Denver. I felt as long as I was doing what I loved, I would always be happy.  Making Big Fucking Pipes keeps me in contact with other great people. Just ask me, Does it work?

Big Fucking Pipes, Ceramic 18″

I want to welcome all Cannabis Refugees to Colorado. I understand your struggles. But if your not there, how are we to change the laws in those states? Your vote counts, just like mine did here. If you make it to Colorado, look me up.  I’ll smoke a bowl with you.

Joseph Short/MileHighPotter