Imagine for a moment that it’s a Sunday morning and you spent the previous evening drinking poison. You have a headache the size of a freight train. Your stomach is upset, gurgling, and you’re not sure if whatever is in there is going to come out of your mouth or your butt. You feel sick, awful, dead, and all you want is a little bit of weed to get you through this self-imposed illness.
Alas, you smoked the last of your weed a couple of days ago, and the only way you could safely leave your house at this moment is with a barf bag strapped to your neck. If you were in Colorado, California, Oregon, or one of the other states with legal weed delivery, you’d just open up an app and order, but, unfortunately for your hangover, you live in Washington State.
