The Academy of Cannabis Culture and Technology in Seattle, Washington. Photo: Nick O'Malley I WAS part-way through an interview with a criminal defence attorney and an AIDS activist when a warm sensation stole over me. I had been in the activist's illegal grow house inspecting a little stainless-steel mixing bowl full of capsules of intensely concentrated cannabis oil that he had extracted the night before from two garbage bags full of buds. Their skin was greasy and they glowed a dull green when I held them up to the light. Half an hour later we were discussing the medical uses of pot when their voices seemed to fade out and I found myself gazing pleasantly at a door. "Can those things make...
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