When I first got the idea for the Color Me Stoned coloring book, I soon realized; I'll have to do some research and smoke some pot.
It’d been decades since I last indulged but I definitely remember that stoney feeling. I knew, too, that the world had changed. Cannabis has evolved and I would need to, too.
So I set off for my annual checkup at my doctor with the notion of getting a medical marijuana card from her. I told her about my idea for a coloring book on cannabis. I also mentioned insomnia, occasional headaches and backaches and then I asked her for a medical marijuana card. She just kinda laughed at me. “Oh, no – I can’t do that!” Crazy, isn’t it? She could prescribe me all sorts of opioids but marijuana was out of the question.
So I looked up how to get a card in an alternative paper, the SF Weekly. It was very simple. I went down to a little storefront business on Mission Street. I filled out some forms, answered some questions, got my photo taken and presto! I was the proud owner of an official medical cannabis card. And with the bad lighting, I look stoned already.
Next stop, a dispensary.