Know the Folks Who Sell Your Dope
Our Budtenders have been working overtime and haven't had a chance to submit info for a BOTW profile, so here's a General Employee of the Week from your newsletterist (self awarded thank you yes). Hey staff, send in your profiles!
First Name: Daniel
Hometown: Merrick, NY. Birthplace of Ben and Jerry.
How long have you been in Colorado: Four years, but I just took the show on the road. I'm currently in Czech.
What brings you here/what do you love most about Colorado: I was in the film biz in New Mexico and ready for a change. I road tripped up for Telluride Bluegrass and was like "This is more my style." Plus I found a container of killer weed on the ground and you know how things happen in your life and you think it means something? Well, I was high and thought it meant I should move to Colorado and work in weed. So I did.
Sativa or Indica: I'm a neurotic. Indica all the way.
You're marooned on a deserted island and you have one strain of weed with you. Which would it be: Island Sweet Skunk, clearly.
Favorite Edible and/or Concentrates: What? That's like a parent having to choose a favorite child. But if it makes me feel like I just popped a Vicodin, I'm happy.
Coolest/funnest thing you've ever done while high: Drove 8,000 miles around Africa with my brother in a 1969 Land Rover back in the days before technology. We were high a lot of the time quite often frequently always.
Favorite food when you have the munchies: More edibles. It's a vicious cycle.
Tunes you rock out to on your way to work: I'm a charter member of the Church of Jerry Garcia so that should explain a thing or two.
Career you'd have if you weren't budtending: (What are you supposed to be doing?). True story: I once sat down with this famous Ayurvedic master who was going to predict my future. He looked deeply in my eyes and said quite seriously. . . "Daniel. . . you smoke too much marijuana." I'm like to myself seriously, c'mon, no shit, what else you got for me? He starts to speak again. . . and says. . . "Daniel, you have great healing powers, what you must do is . . ." and right at that moment a truck drives by and puts on it's air brakes and drowns out his voice entirely. The moment the truck noise stopped, he finished speaking, bowed his head, said bless you and motioned for me to move along.
So, what am I supposed to be doing? I have no fucking idea.
You get the chance to smoke up and chill with any famous person. Who would it be,
and why? Albert Einstein. Imagine that bong session.
Philosophy/Words to Live By: Finish the newsletter first, then get high.