My favorite budtender.

"Well, show me the way to the next whisky bar. Oh, don't ask why -oh don't ask why. Show me the way to the next whisky bar. Oh, don't ask why - oh don't ask why. For if we don't find the next whisky bar - I tell you we must die - I tell you we must die."

~ Alabama Song (Whisky bar) - The Doors

If Jim Morrison was alive today and lived in Las Vegas he would change the lyrics to - "Show me the way to the next marijuana dispensary. Oh, don't ask why." Probably not, but it's kind of funny to think about - I went down to see my favorite budtender again. I got to tell you something. He sure is convincing:

"Mr. Village Idiot," he yells as the door opens from the waiting room into the showroom, "Right this way good sir." He waves me in and we head straight to the display case - "How did you like the last strand I recommended?" I nod my head in approval and say - "Marcus, it was superb. Do you have anymore?" He shakes his head and says - "Unfortunately we are out of Kosher Kush, but fear not Mr. Village Idiot I have another strand I am highly confident in." He reaches into the display case and pulls out a smell jar - "This is the world famous sin mint strand. It is grown in the hydroponic farms of North Las Vegas. It has many a satisfied customer to boast of as well. Here, get you a whiff of this and tell me you're not in love." He holds the jar to my nose and I catch a whiff of the sweetest smelling thing ever.

"You are one hell of a salesman Marcus," I tell him as he is preparing my order of sin mint. He answers - "The product sells itself good sir. It's my job to connect people with it." Before I leave, I tell him - "I have been thinking about bringing the blog closer to the marijuana game. That seems to be something a lot of my readers are interested in. You know, give people what they want." As he is handing my change back, he adds - "Mr. Village Idiot, you are right about the 'giving people what they want' part of it. The crowds in here are thicker than you see at the sports book."

Folks, there is a common belief in the dope game a baron or two will be born out of its legalization in the state. Something comparable to fortunes built by a select few at the end of Prohibition are at stake. At this point I have no idea whom it will be. Maybe it springs from an ancillary business brought upon by the dope game. Who knows? Anyhoo, I will have much more on this subject soon.