In the grand tradition of Cracked-Pot journalism, let’s take a moment to consider the absurdity of our priorities. Here we are, in the midst of a green rush, where the entrepreneurial spirit has been ignited by the sweet scent of cannabis. And what’s the latest development? Another dispensary, a veritable Shangri-La of weed, sprouting up in Norwalk. Because, of course, what this world needs is not more weed, but more places to buy it. It’s a capitalist’s dream, a consumer’s paradise—just what we were all screaming for, right?
“Ah yes, another temple for the tokers, another mecca for the marijuana enthusiasts to pilgrimage to. Nevermind that we’re drowning in a sea of dispensaries, let’s just build another one! Because, clearly, the problem isn’t the scarcity of weed itself, but the lack of storefronts to peddle it.” I thought to myself.
So, let’s toast to the great American tradition of over-saturation. After all, why solve the simple problem of supply when you can instead multiply the complexity with an abundance of outlets? It’s the way of the future, folks. More is more, and don’t you forget it.
Keep it weird,
