In the late 1980s AIDS activists learned THC keeps patients alive, so arranged with law enforcement to make marijuana use the lowest priority crime in San Francisco. By 1994, they had a thriving cannabis buyers club in SF that was only open from eleven to one, because during those hours there are less police officers on duty than any other time of day. So any crime, ANYTHING was more important than busting someone for weed, and with so many cops off duty from 11 to 1:00, they would just not bust anyone for marijuana. Then as people realized, drug related crime does not go up when people have legal access to cannabis, and no one goes from weed to heroin, a tolerance developed, and the movement began.
Read the Colorado Marijuana Tax Report: March 2014, here:
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The buyers club had been in the Castro District awhile when I first got to SF in 1995, and met all these guys who I really wanted to get to know better. But they were all gay men, and they did not even seem to see me.
And It was Not Even Legal Yet
(I Love San Francisco)
Right there on Market Street two blocks from the Civic Center people lined up, entered, bought weed, exited, all under the eyes of the SFPD, in broad daylight and nobody got arrested, and the law had only just gotten on the ballot, you could not do that anywhere else in the state. That's why I love San Francisco, man I miss San Francisco, not The City the way it is today, but the way it used to be, sigh.
That's the only thing I don't like about gay men, the way I feel invisible around them. Especially this one guy who I’d see at the club. He’d come over from Berkeley or Oakland, and since I was a kid, it seemed the smartest people in the state were from Berkeley and Oakland, and so I revered them. He looked SO INTERESTING with creases on his face that showed extreme intelligence. He reminded me of Timothy Leary, because of the depth and wisdom he emanated. I wanted to get to know him and kept trying to find a way to initiate conversation with him, but it was like I just wasn’t there.
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I use medical marijuana every day, because since doctors can’t figure out what's wrong with me, they're not going to write a prescription for the pain, they probably think I'm making it up to get drugs. So medical marijuana is the only medicine I can get. The Green Medics here in Lancaster don't question whether I really need it or not, they just deliver.