Michigander love… I’m a Detroiter. Went to school here, got my degree, got a job, and stayed for the love of the game. Took a stroll down my street the other day and a certain pharmaceutical business caught my eye. Weed has been legal here for a long time, and I had my fair share of fun back in the day, but toking up left my routine long ago. I hadn’t been to a dispo in years, but I felt a calling that I hadn’t felt since my early twenties, so I sheepishly crept in. The doorman greeted me with more love in his heart than anyone ever has. Smiles and jokes that had me cackling like a hyena. I didn’t remember this from my college days. I step inside, still thinking about his joke, and am presented with a list of specials that would make Cheech and Chong drool. 10 pre-rolls for $20? Five packs of 200mg edibles for $11? They must be joking. I’m a new customer - this must be the reason why they’re basically giving away free weed. Except it wasn’t because I was new. And it wasn’t because I was nice.…