Pete Gamlin
In Seattle, you can legally buy weed, but there’s almost no- where you can legally smoke it.
If you own your own house (praise be unto you, oh privileged and wealthy one), you obviously can light up a joint in your living room—and by the time you’re down to the roach, your house will have appreciated by another $1,000. But for the rest of us, including tourists who have come to visit expressly because they want to experience our legal weed, enjoying a joint involves an obligation to break the law.
Which makes no sense.
