Governor Jay Inslee signed SB5605 into law at about 4PM on Monday, May 13th 2019, after its passage in April via both the State Senate and House. The Senate did need a further reconciliation passage after the House amended the bill. The bill would require sentencing courts to vacate cannabis possession convictions, assuming that the person was above the age of 21 at the time of arrest. At the time of passage in the house, The News Tribune quoted State Senator and Bill sponsor Joe Nguyen (D-White Center) as saying:
“This proved you can do transformative justice reform issues and it’s a bipartisan thing,” said the bill’s lead sponsor, Sen. Joe Nguyen, D-White Center. “Our unjust laws of the past shouldn’t hold you back from being successful in the future.”
This could potentially be a boon to otherwise law abiding citizens who have had to uncomfortably confront this injustice on housing and employment applications, college loan applications, military service, and travel abroad. The Washington State Patrol reports that as many as 68,000 convictions could be expunged, affecting more than 58,000 individuals.
Brad Klippert (R-Kennewick) sought to limit the effect of the bill by sponsoring an amendment that would have given the courts the discretion of vacating the conviction, rather than compelling the court to do so. The amendment failed. However, through the House Appropriations Committee, the bill was further scoped to include verbiage that compelled the same action in all jurisdictions to ensure those charged and prosecuted under local, municipal ordinances were vacated, as well.
The Cannabis Alliance, was instrumental in lobbying the legislative body on this and several other bills during this and the previous sessions. The Cannabis Alliance is an industry group focused on introducing common sense laws and regulations to the industry, that benefit the industry as a whole, as opposed to a selective few.
Of further note, SB5442/HB1095 was passed by both chambers and would allow medical cannabis of certain types and dosages to be administered at public schools in accordance with a physicians instructions. Similarly, HB1401/SB5719 aim to bring Washington State Industrial Hemp laws in line with Federal laws, making it easier for Washington State Industrial Hemp based businesses to compete in the national marketplace was also passed in both houses and await the governor’s signature, on his desk.
Well, The Dandy Warhols (PDX) just got their tour underway, and DJ Rescue (Zia, their bass manipulator) does a series of after-show DJ sets at a watering hole after their legendary psych-rock gigs. The tour isn’t coming to Seattle, Tacoma, or Portland, but on June 22nd, 2019, DJ Rescue aka the one and only Ms Zia McCabe will be at Tacoma House of Cannabis on June 22nd 2019 from 7PM into the night, spinning some tunes! You can say ‘high’ and ask Zia to sign your Dandy merch. We will have some hardcard posters on hand to commemorate the event if you need something for her to shine. We are looking forward to having you in.
The first time I took a dab… wow… seems like quite a long time ago. Probably around 2011, my homeboy from work at the time told me to come blaze before work, naturally, I said “Hell yea!” Little did I know the doorways that were about to be opened into the fantastical world of hash oil dabbing.
I vaguely remember my buddy’s rig at the time, probably your run of the mill bong with a titanium nail equipped, perfect for hot dabs with no flavor and all that punch that goes with smoking hash oil. Before you go to judge me remember it was literally my first time dabbing and the year was 2011, so yeah, cut me some slack.
I was on my way to work, stopped by my dude’s place, took my dab, left shortly
after. BOY-O, did I get the most baked I’ve ever been in my entire life!
I continued to voyage my bicycle to work at the local steakhouse where I worked as a line cook at the time. When I arrived, needless to say, my manager saw right through my Visine lacking eyes, told me I wasn’t allowed to use any sharp knives for the day, and banished me to the dish pit, I abided.
forward eight years and I’m doing a demonstration on how to do a cold-start dab
for my legal weed shop’s online blog. God bless America, and especially our
beautiful Pacific Northwest.
“What is a cold-start dab?”, you may ask? I’ll give you a quick description, as well as a video in which I will demonstrate the speedy cold-start dab.
cold-start dab is achieved by simply scooping up the desired amount of hash oil
and placing it into a non-heated quartz banger, attached to whatever rig you
may have. I personally have never attempted a cold-start dab on any other type
of rig besides your standard quartz banger setup. You proceed to cover the
banger with your carb-cap, prepare yourself for your dab as you heat up the
banger for 10-15 seconds (depending on the thickness of your banger).
then use your carb-cap to move the oil around your banger as you hit that shit!
Way to go dudes and dude-ettes! You have just completed your very first
convenient and tasty, cold-start dab.
We see lots of resumes from prospective job seekers at all three of our stores. Sadly, there aren’t nearly enough jobs at our facilities for all the qualified job seekers that we see. However, the Tacoma and the Seattle area at large have a great resource for the green job seeker. We have a local blogger, Pink Boots 420, who is dedicated to maintaining all the green industry jobs she see’s posted to her blog. The list of things she posts are a LOT longer than just ‘budtender’. . . From marketing to trimming, in fact. You really should check it out over at website (pinkboots420.com) and her Facebook page.
Yeah, sadly you are seeing that right. The LCB has compelled us to change our signage in accordance with the Washington State Legislature’s bill altering advertising regulations, which passed in 2018. It was enacted this year, and disqualified our billboard from being allowed to advertise our brand, by 4 inches in height. We want to assure you that we are doing just fine. We do appreciate your continued patronage. We are working proactively with the LCB on what we can do with that sign to benefit our business.
I grew up in a conservative Missouri. My parents were what
you would call Midwest hippies. They, and their close group of friends,
graduated from high school in the early 1970s, and they certainly did their
best to let their freak flags fly. However, it was 1980s Missouri by the time I
have a recollection. By then, the stresses of life, jobs, children, and the day
to day grind had begun to sink in, I think. Not so idealistically, they pushed
forward in their lives, taking some of the carefree freedoms of their youth
forward to relive those stressors (cannabis, alcohol, sex, et al). Still, they
had to be careful as the draconian drug laws were locking up individuals over
personal drug crime, left and right.
I always knew my parents were different. We had a “darkroom” in our basement which was a familiar term to me, as my mother owned her own out-of-the-house photography business. Other kids had a laundry room, playroom, or root cellar. My parents had a rolling tray that I thought resembled a Chinese checkers board (more on the naming of that game, here (it is neither Chinese, nor Checkers. Spoiler alert, America – You were marketed to.), which had hundreds of seeds on it. Other kids had a Chinese Checkers board. My parents asked me to keep kids out of our house when I was in middle school and a teenager, even on hot days in the Kansas City sun. “Bring them iced tea in the driveway,” they said. Other kids had a Nintendo or SEGA and Air Conditioning for their friends.
I knew my parents smoked weed. I also knew that my mom and dad, who rarely drank and even more rarely drank to the “drunk” state, weren’t as violent, fucked up, or “out of it” as the career drinkers some of my friends’ parents were. I knew they smoked weed before I was accidently almost passed a joint by my mom around a campfire, after I sniped a chair that a friend of hers had left open while her attention was diverted to another friend, in the opposite direction. I was aware that there must have been something special about that plant that my mom hacked down near a county highway and threw in the trunk in late summer. Sometimes I could smell that familiar-since-whenever compressed Mexican brick weed on their breath.
At some point (probably of my mother’s choosing), natural
conversation started to take place about the substances that adults sometimes
used, even if they were against the rules, and what was safe and what wasn’t. She
did insist that they were for adults, if at all to be used. She insulated me;
made me feel safe by telling me that if I had any questions about any of it,
she would be happy to impart what she knew, and help me research what she
didn’t, so that I could make an educated decision. She had honest, heartfelt
conversation with me about adult choices. She made herself available. She told
me she wouldn’t be upset. Throughout my life, I have found this to be true.
There were a lot of things I wasn’t interested in consuming
as a teen, alcohol included, but cannabis WAS on the list. I smoked some in the
backseat of a 1969 AMC Rambler in Olathe, Kansas, when I was 15, but I didn’t
get high (for the record, I absolutely discourage teenage cannabis consumption).
I didn’t see much weed in the possession of my friends in my neighborhood of
Kansas City, MO, though. Then I moved to Mercer Island, Washington in November
of 1993. Not only is the island affluent, but it’s also just a stone’s throw
from the U and Capitol Hill (both artist and young-person havens in the
timeframe). Drugs do flow onto the island. In March of 1994, a young lady named
Michelle, who was a Senior, got me high. She cut assembly on a Tuesday between
3rd and 4th period with me, drove to a scenic island spot
in her Honda Accord, and smoked some Seattle chronic with me. I got absolutely
wrecked. Nearly non-functionally wrecked. I made it back to school for 4th
period, Physics II. A female mid-50s instructor who certainly had been through
college a few times in the 60s and 70s was my instructor. She knew I wasn’t my
usual perky self and delivered most of her lecture that period from beside my
desk. I was feeling a little more real by the end of the period, but she still
stopped me as class was dismissed and let me know that she thought I could make
better choices during my school day, but that her door was open if I needed to
discuss what had happened with no strings attached. Did I mention she is one of
my personal favorite teachers? She wasn’t my parent, but she sure functioned as
It was some time before I smoked pot with a parent. I was home in Seattle from attending college in Missouri in May of 1996, and I had just visited the University Smoke Shop on University Way NE, just N of NE 45th Street in Seattle and bought my first glass bong. I used it with some friends on Mercer Island but returned to my mom’s place where I was staying during my stay. The package is unmistakable. She wanted to smoke some herb. She wasn’t an all-day, every-day sort of girl at this point, so we both got high AF, and ended up coloring pictures for her dad’s refrigerator (he lived in Texas). This was the first time we smoked weed together. It was the first time she had hit a bong in years. It was a good, slightly unnerving time that has grown very commonplace and natural over the years.
My approach to substances has been moderated by my parents’
openness to discuss them. When those walls are down and the path is paved, you
can have real conversations with your loved ones. This applies to not only
drugs, but sex, family history, medical issues, and a host of other topics.
With open borders between loved ones and friends come honesty and compassion
for the struggles of real life. That, in itself, is a natural coping mechanism
that circumvents the need and allure for those more dangerous substances.