medical cannabis model in SF

Just wanted to thank Cali for decriminalizing a plant. My feeling is that it should be federal, but stay a medical prescription and that it should not be legalized because of restrictions that should be in place for those too young.

A review of SF clubs in order of my faves:

1) Re-leaf on Mission-no fuss, distributes by hand, good strains, has a $20 limit though, like the Owner
2) tie between hemp center on Geary and Divinity Tree on Geary-Hemp center has a great smoking lounge but it's pretty far from where I live. Divinity tree has a good selection of strains and hash products. Plus they are open on sundays.
3) Igzactly 420 on Howard-boutique place that distributes by hand, not pre-packaged, also open on sundays.
4) Sparc on Mission-tries to treat meds like a hospital. Some people don't like the antiseptic quality, but they do have groups and jazz nights. They have exorbitant prices but have a good deal on outdoor quarters when they're in season.
5) 10th street close to Minna-mother of most clubs with a long history. Dive smoking lounge appeals to me, but I don't go there very often, hand-distributes.
6) Green Door on Howard-pre-packaged and bullet-proof glass, but their candy jack is outta this world.
7) tie between Emmalyns on 12th and medi-thrive on mission-Emmalyn's people are nice, though their prices are a bit high and their selection is okay. For Medithrive, only go for free joints on holidays because their prices are too outrageous. However, on Memorial Day, they started making people buy stuff in order to get samples.

Boo to Vapor Room on Haight-rude ass employees and Ketama on Valencia- bad layout and prices are unbelievably high.

Note: hopenet on 9th-this is bobby's fave club, but I had a misunderstanding with the owner kathie and she expects me to apologize to her. Hopenet fell off my list, but I do like Alan and chewy at this place and they do have an awesome selection of strains and hash products which they are always experimenting with for any budget.

Note 2: I think Axis of Love is a dangerous organization. Using compassion to lure votes from the disenfranchised populations, the CEO Shona has seemed like a JAP with no real social worker capacity in her in wielding her power. Don't get me wrong. I love junior the doorman, and a couple others, but they're there for compassion and I can't hate on them.

just some observations...

We hang out with a blonde haired blue eyed extra tall Jewish 26 year old named Josh. He and Bobby and Chris and I play D D very regularly as of late. Anyways Josh is also ex military, army to be exact. His favorite poison is alcohol. He was out with Bobby on our street and he stumbled drunkenly into a brother on the street who said, "watch where you goin' nigga..." Josh got offended and said, "I'm not a nigger." Bobby said his honky cracker Jew ass almost got him into something that was a total misunderstanding. Bobby says the brother was paying him a compliment by talking to him like he would a homie. As our friend Toebe would say, "White people!" Josh is our little brother acting the part wholly.

Also, ever had a transgender try to break you up from your better half? Bobby and I have had to survive that test as well. I now realize that though Bobby is a target of three beer queers and stalker trannies because of his exceedingly long lashes, I have had to watch out for the frienemy that tries to manipulate herself as my "girlfriend" just to get at bobby's penis. Bobby and I had figured out he was really trying to thwart our relationship when we had had our first fight. Really, to me, he will never be a woman and I can never forgive him for being so deceptive and low. He will only be a freak who will never attain what he truly wants. He is a gay man who desperately wants a straight man and the reason we even have any ties to him now is because he used to live at the shelter for a stint too and he also has a passion for medicinal cannabis. My friend Toebe is more woman than he will ever hope to be even with the estrogen and the operation.

Jim jones was Head of housing authority in SF, so that is how all those social workers recruited all those people in Jonestown of which nearly 70% were Black. He came to Ukiah (bobby's birthplace) first in 1972, the year I was born, before moving to SF. In 1978, the year Bobby was born, the mass suicide/assassination of the Congressman happened a little less than a month later. Brown was governor then and 33 years later, he left office as mayor of SF to become Governor again. This was shortly after I sent his office an email. Just saying...

only one year left until my forties...

I found the key to my fate by looking at a penny that had no date...just a brick in the wall...longtime frienemies now dispelled and greener pastures in the horizon as the Filipino community in sf has been gracious enough to give us shelter...so much for Koreans (note the self-loathing still exists).Toebe told me I am the most well-balanced between American and Asian Asian-American he's ever met. That was a compliment, I know what he meant when he said it, but I have an explanation. I am full-blooded Korean and have never been confused about that part of my identity. I grew up with Asians of all nations and I was born in this country. Toebe says I'm like a 3rd or 4th generation in my assimilation. Personally I think they have it harder. I know how to read, write and speak Korean because it was my first language and I grew up with it even though I do not hardly practice the use of the language now. I have mentioned I am a Mason. I am part of the world's social experimental melting pot and I represent North Korea or maybe Mongolia if you go back even farther but I am the first generation (1.5) to be born here. But I do not favor any race in particular, too. I have lost respect and patience for everyone except those who see me for what I am, human. Before that ancient calendar abruptly stops, I am given the opportunity for happiness and heaven and my fear is that it will have been an illusion when I am in the last year of my thirties. When I close my eyes and try to sleep at night my mind is active thinking about how to survive day to day but when I dream the nightmares come and I am constantly fighting memories of abuse past when those "loved" ones really didn't love me in a healthy way, as if wearing a suit of spikes asking for hugs. I have the chance now to start this new life with my husband and I am not afraid of anything except for losing him. I guess the great beast has fallen. I am in love. Perhaps all of the tribulations was enough karma payback to make that trade. I feel like I was owed something from the universe with all the negativity going on in my life.