It was never worth it even in the days when the legal stuff wasn't around. Unless you were moving pounds there was no profit in it at all. Everyone that was fucking around with buying cutie pies and that kind of weight never made a dime. At best you could just cover your own habit. It has been a long time since I sold weed but back in the day I was only making like $20-$50 off every $250-$300 I moved. In other words if I sold about a pound then I got to smoke about an ounce for free.
It was never worth the huge pain in the ass. Phone ringing at all hours of the night. Stupid people showing up at 3am sometimes. All pissed off because you wouldn't get up and sell them a dime bag. Taking huge risks every time you re-upped or even just had more than a 20 sack on you. No idea how I managed to always dodge the felony. Back when I sold in my state anything above a quarter ounce was a felony charge. Holding just two dime bags? Felony charge because it's automatically intent to distribute if you have more than one bag on you or one bag with more than 7 grams in it. Anything above an ounce was an additional felony charge for trafficking. Get caught with a blunt/joint? That 5 bucks worth of weed costs you $500 in fines plus two years of peeing in a cup. Get caught with a pipe or some papers? Additional $300 fine plus misdemeanor charge for paraphernalia. God forbid they caught you picking up your weekly reup or growing. They'll toss your little planted clone on the scale soil, pot, stake+rope and all then claim that's how much weed they caught you with. Even seeds were a charge back then.
We smoked
a lot of weed in those days. Granted, it was typically Mexican brick weed or "hydro" (mids) if you were lucky enough to know a local grower. Couldn't even move the good stuff because people were so accustomed to the brick weed prices and would scoff and paying more for quality. But my friends and I stayed baked. Start the day with a big ol' blunt and keep puffing until the middle of the night. Had enough roaches in a box to smoke on for weeks whenever the droughts would come around. My tolerance was through the roof back then. We made our own edibles out of peanut butter, cooking oil (or butter) and crackers. Firecrackers I think we called them. Throw about a joints worth in each and bake them at 375F for 20 minutes. Would get you couch locked and make you pass the fuck out for 12+ hours.
People hate on the old seedy brick weed we smoked back in the day now but I preferred the high we got from it. Something about it not being bred to insane THC levels at the expense of everything else I guess. Used to get some "mids" back then that was dark red. Hard to describe the color. Think purple stuff but with a different tint I guess. Loved that shit. I guess it was an indica of some kind. Have been searching for years and have never found anything like it. Would couch lock you and relax you. Great for pain. Gave you the munchies but not as bad as everything else I've smoked over the years. Could chill out a crack head. I'd take it all day over the "higher quality" weed that's been around for the past 15-20 years.
Back in the day I could smoke all day every day and eat edibles along with it and never get overly high. I did throw up once or twice from too much smoke going down the wrong tube but I never got bad anxiety or felt bad.
This new shit is different. I've tried it all. Edibles, hash, dabs, high quality flower and everything else the mad scientists of the world have come up with. If I smoke too much of this new shit I sometimes get in a bad way to the point where I have to have a xanax. Weed wasn't like that when I was in high school.
Ironically, my parents said the same thing about the weed I was smoking in high school back then they first caught on that I was smoking. All the old folks said it was too strong. Now that my parents are retired and smoking again they've turned into absolute stoners. They say the same thing about weed now. My Dad has gotten in trouble multiple times with gummy bears over the past couple of years. He didn't understand that the shit sold in the local stores is different from the stuff in the legal state that borders us. He got all wigged out on Delta 8 or whatever the fuck they're selling over the counter here now. He ordered some shit from somewhere on the internet that was far too strong for his tolerance. He's got a bottle of Willie Nelson's THC liquor that he loves. Good stuff. I take a nip whenever my stomach gets upset and it sorts me right out. But that's the exception to the rule I guess. A lot of this OTC stuff is too strong and gets me in a bad way. A lot of the legit weed I know came from a dispensary can do the same thing. I try to be careful about my intake now that my tolerance is lower than when I was in my 20s.
These days I can take 2-3 puffs of my little pipe and be good for hours. I'm serious when I say I can purchase one of those pre-rolled large joints and smoke on it all week if I bust it open and smoke it through a pipe. I've noticed some of this "legal" shit really does a number on my stomach the next day. If I smoke some in the evening I'll wake up with the water mouth the next morning. I've never puked from it but it gives me the same kind of feeling.
I'm still shocked that they're letting the local smoke shops sell the stuff so openly. 20-25 years ago the local cops would have busted their asses fast. It's kind of funny when you walk into one. They have an entire counter dedicated to the legal weed on one side. On the other side an entire counter dedicated to glassware with a huge sign that says "FOR TOBACCO USE ONLY" to cover their asses. Then there is the entire counter dedicated to kratom extracts and 7-oh products as well. Which is another thing I can't believe they're letting them get away with. When I was in high school you couldn't even operate a head shop here that only sold glassware. The only one in town had to rotate tables at the flea market, was only open maybe 5 days a month and was constantly getting harassed by the local cops. Now the cops don't seem to give a fuck at all. They went from running you in for having a roach to letting people walk with an ounce in their pocket. They only seem to bring out the old "I smell weed" excuse when they pull you over in an attempt to search your car looking for other drugs.
The teenagers today don't know how good they have it.
