They called him Crazy Jim because he was never seen without his shotgun, and had never been shy about using it to protect his cannabis crops.
I thought this day might never come, then despite the change in the laws and the shift in popular opinion, our small town seemed stuck in a previous decade, however the new permissive attitude towards pot smoking never made it to our corner of the world, until recently. While the rest of this state was getting high for the last three years, we only got our first legal cannabis dispensary two weeks ago. There is still a lot of local resistance to it, mostly from the religious community, however the doors are open and I can finally buy legal cannabis, so I’m a happy man. Before now I regularly had to deal with Crazy Jim, because he was the only guy around who grew his own marijuana. They called him Crazy Jim because he was never seen without his shotgun, and had never been shy about using it to protect his cannabis crops. He loaded the shotgun with rock salt, which meant it wouldn’t kill you however it would darned surely hurt a lot! Jim and I knew each other back in high school, so he was less crazy around me when I came to buy marijuana once a month or so. Now that the cannabis dispensary is open, I am deeply thankful I don’t have to drive out and face down with Crazy Jim any more. The cannabis dispensary can’t match his prices, of course, however they have an amazing variety of products, and going there makes me and others feel like a child in a candy store. A very expensive candy store!