Undercutting greedy carpetbaggers is my new passion.
They crossed my thin green line when a little old lady at my garden club showed me some "bud" she was planning to cook with, purchased at the local native reserve. It looked like 10 year-old, petrified, seedy, brown outdoor. Unfit to feed a goat. For which they charged her $10/g.
The few people I know who truly need cannabis for their MS, Parkinson's, pain etc, will never have to pay for it (Gods willing