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Originally posted by FN in MT:
With all the pot use in Colorado...Have their MV accidents gone up? Or has there been any other fallout?

Property values are way up (well, maybe that is all over the country, but here, the "talk" is because everyone wants to move here for the MJ).

I don't have the statistics to back it up, but it feels like crime is up. Again, the "talk" is that the crime is caused by conflicting "gangs". We seem to have a lot of "people of Hispanic cultural origin" that "grow" legally (well, officially it's something like 4 plants per person living in a house.. or something like that). And it seems they don't like competition. They grow here, and move it out-of-state.

James

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Originally posted by FN in MT:
With all the pot use in Colorado...Have their MV accidents gone up? Or has there been any other fallout?

Don't know about CO, but I saw a report awhile back from WA showing that the number offending drivers in fatalities testing positive for THC had indeed gone way up.

I've consumed mushrooms twice in my life, both times in the late 1970s. The first time, I was with friends and in a familiar setting. It was really fun- the euphoria of alcohol without the side effects.

The second time was later the same year. This was an entirely different experience. Thinking I knew what I was doing, I had a bigger gulp of the koolaid.
This was at a party with a punk rock band, and they were hideously bad. It was all these angry lyrics, shouted over a really crappy sound system at ear-splitting level. I didn't know many people there.
I began to hallucinate, started seeing everything in shades of purple. I began to think that the grape koolaid I drank had leaked into my eyeballs. I felt as if I had done something to damage myself for life. Just a really bad scene. Finally, the guy hosting the party had mercy on me and put me in his bedroom. He had a window unit AC and I lay on his bed focusing on that air conditioner, staring at it upside down. I guess I was in there a couple of hours but it felt like a year. The next day, I felt depressed but I couldn't figure out why. Never again would I touch the stuff.

I don't care what some men's magazine says- you don't want to mess with this psychedelic and you damn sure don't want to be driving on the same roadway as someone under the influence of that stuff.

I've a feeling that the push for legalization of the stuff will go nowhere. For their sake, I hope that's what happens.