PERRY: Colorado’s reputation is now set in stoned all these years after legal weed

Jars of marijuana buds sit on the counter at the Denver Kush Club in north Denver. (AP Photo/Dave Zalubowski,File)

It never fails that I get “the look” when I’m out of state and tell people I’m from Colorado.

It’s not so much the look you would throw me if I were on your porch and asked if you would like to buy some magazines to keep me off the streets or ask to come in and talk about how Jesus can change your life.

You know that one, a mix of surprise, fear and quickly darting eyes that makes clear you would chew off your arm to get out of the situation. No, this look is more of a wide smile and a half of a nod. A wink, wink, nudge, nudge thing. The kind of look you’d get if a big bottle of Viagra fell out of your shirt pocket and rolled right over to the bartender, who had to hand it back to you.

“Ohhhhhhh. Colorado,” they always say. Then they either tell me about who they know that just went there, or they give me their best shot at a pot pun. “So is it really mile high stadium?”


“I have some friends who just got back from there,” a restaurant manager in Lawrence, Kansas, said while I was in town not too long ago, headed to Kansas City to sate a serious ‘cue problem I have. “They wanted to go ski-ing,” he said, leaning into the word “ski-ing,” and then holding the word to judge my expression.

It always takes a couple of seconds for me to catch up to this kind of thing. It’s pretty natural when you’re from “ohhhhhhh — Col-or-ad-doh” for people to come here to “ski.” So you can expect a lot of even odder looks when you chime back to them, “Cool. Where?”

Crickets. The look again. More crickets.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” I always have to gush. “They came for the dope.”

That immediately brings on the horrified widening of the eyes, the slight lowering of the jaw, and the oh-my-gahd-he-said-dope-out-loud rubber-necking. As if they expected a half-dozen DEA agents to pounce from the shadows and throw us all face down onto the floor. Despite the fact that the number of states that have gone to the dark side is now 18 and counting, and that Colorado is into year six of the greatest experiment ever — like, ever, dude — the interest in Colorado outside of Colorado is still keen.

If you’re from somewhere other than here, you’ll have to excuse us. Not that we weren’t the first great state to end pot prohibition and take up where we left off the day before recreational pot became legal. But excuse us because we’ve now gotten over it.

It would appear the rest of the world has not. Folks my age are always dying to know what it’s like.

They’re almost always disappointed when I tell them that it’s a lot like it is in Lawrence, Kansas City, Dallas, New York, Phoenix… You get the picture. Folks, it’s not like we invented marijuana in Colorado. We just put it in stores and tax it.

I’m old, and I’ve lived here my entire life, so I know a lot of people. Most of my peers gave smoking dope at least a try when we were younger, and a lot of us got pretty good at it. And as we got older and caught up in mortgages, careers and progeny, we traded our leisure bong time for haunting the clearance shelves of Home Depot and Walmart  — a task you would never attempt stoned. I pretty much gave up dope  for pretending to think with my eyes closed on the couch with a toddler on the end of a leash: “It’s fun! You can pretend that you’re my dog and I’ll pretend I’m lying here thinking of cool names for you with my eyes closed.”

When life happens, stuff like finding the time and inclination to get high simply does not happen. I always tell people who wonder aloud when it is you actually become a grown-up that it happens when you no longer complain about being bored, but actively seek it out.

I pretty much lost interest in buying and smoking pot about the same time metro area police lost interest in penalizing people for smoking it.

It wasn’t until Colorado legalized medical marijuana in 2000 that most folks I know gave it much thought. Suddenly, the whole state practically collapsed into a giant state of mass medical malady, seeing how you had to have a doctor’s prescription to be a legal consumer of weed back then. Who knew that so many Colorado residents had bad backs and chronic nausea, and that marijuana could cure just about anything?

The pot shops went up. Life went on. Nobody really cared all that much until voters were asked if they wanted to drop the bad-back pretense and go all the way with ending prohibition. It was pretty much a no-brainer. The last 100 years or so made it perfectly clear how easy it was to produce and find pot regardless of whether it was legal. Since so many people were smoking it anyway, why keep putting on a show that it was totally for “medicinal needs” wink, wink, nudge, nudge?

It’s been almost 20 years now since weed became another form of beer, and much hasn’t changed in Colorado. Polling data shows that about 2 in 10 adults smoke it up sometimes or all the time, about what they did before it was legal. National polling shows it’s more like 3 in 10 adults riding the canna-bus at least once a month here in Colorado, not drastically different than what goes on in the rest of the country.

Despite the hand-wringers’ predictions of a Colorado apotcalypse, it appears that society hasn’t broken down into frequent public scenes of reefer madness.

Those most likely to smoke are men, without a college degree and making less rather than more money, according to a pretty groundbreaking report from the Colorado Department of Health a couple of years ago.

A number that has gone up is the quantity of party rentals at nearby Airbnb homes, often with a lot of vacant-eyed visitors staring at the lawn.

If people outside of Colorado ask me for advice, I tell them to go slow. Smoke it, don’t eat it until you figure it all out. I’ve never heard of anyone being stoned to death, but there’s a huge plague of visitors wolfing down edibles that for hours after wished they’d never heard of the stuff.

It’s a lot like being really, really drunk, only when you’re young and wasted on cheap beer, you don’t know so much at the time how messed up you are. But when you’re too high, you can’t do anything but totally focus on how really messed up you are, and how you’re going to die, and everyone will know you died that way because you’re transmitting your stoner-death-mind signal all over the planet and it’s probably being picked up and re broadcast by Fox or CBS. You can’t move from your prone position because it would cause you to explode like an IED, so you must watch the clock crawl for what seems like months until you’re just way high and cognizant enough to realize that, if you live through this, you’ll never do that again.

But given the right amount and the right circumstances, a pleasant buzz now is no different than what it was like way back when. Just like a couple of beers are as good now as they were when you used your own ID instead of your fake one to buy a six-pack in college.

And then you get the other look. The look of disappointment. People from out-of-state are so disappointed when you tell them that legalized recreational marijuana is just not a big deal, despite the fact that pot shops are selling hundreds of millions worth every month.

There are no lines any more. Ever. There are sales and competition, just like liquor stores. Holidays like 4/20 celebrations in Denver Civic Center Park are now passe. Headline writers like me have long run out of pot puns about taking the high road to profitability.

We even have a long list of belt-and-suspender political types fighting to make sure the “cannabis industry” as they like to call it, is treated as totally legit. The commercial marijuana industry has become respectable. Of course, a billion dollars or so a year buys a lot of virtue.

You can tell from the faces of out-of-staters that’s not what they want to hear. They want to hear that it’s freakin’ heaven here, dude. They’ve developed strains that grow hair, result in rapid weight loss, make you look 10 years younger and I can’t believe how much fun it makes my job every goddam day.

Sorry. It’s pretty much just one more thing you have to remember to stop by and pick up when the weatherman predicts a big snow coming. It’s convenient. And it’s just about the same as it always was.

Reprinted from a few years ago in honor of the 20th anniversary of Amendment 64. Follow @EditorDavePerry on Twitter and Facebook or reach him at 303-750-7555 or [email protected]

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Don Black
Don Black
6 months ago

This is a feel good article that ignores any of the consequences that come from a drug society. I cant’t get very excited about marijuana, one way or another. I think that medicinal use is fine. However, as a police officer, I was exposed to the families whose children had lost all drive and just sat smoking. If you pay attention, you will see that rampant drug use is now everywhere. The people don’t seem to connect the cost of a lax legal approach to the army of people wandering the streets using drugs and the resulting crime. If you feel uncomfortable about the swacked out people near your children, then consider how this all came about. There are consequences to our drug policies. It isn’t all just mellow people getting high and not bothering anyone. The rise in MJ hospitalizations, driving while stoned, and the crime that comes from people trying to get money for drugs are things to ponder. Many of the homeless came to Colorado because of the MJ legalization. When I roll down my car window and look into the red eyes of the homeless guy begging for money, I inhale so I can smell the MJ on him. Anyway, the lax attitude on drugs isn’t helping our community. Please try to put it all in perspective.

Joe Felice
Joe Felice
6 months ago
Reply to  Don Black

And here, on cue, comes Don to tell us how stupid Coloradans are once again.

6 months ago
Reply to  Joe Felice

And driving around sniffing homeless people apparently lol

Good Citizen
Good Citizen
6 months ago
Reply to  Don Black

Don has been making a great living off the public dole sniffing people. He is disappointed that he can no longer use marijuana as an excuse to put people in a cage. We have not only been paying Don’s salary and benefits for years, but his taxes as well. (We are double taxed; his taxes are removed from the obscene paycheck or retirement squeeze he still receives on our dime) Talk about being a criminal. Just curious Don, how long are we required to pay you for being the house butler for the cops? Follow the money folks, whenever you talk to one of these bums.

Joe Felice
Joe Felice
6 months ago

And the whole thing has gotten totally out of control. I was in favor of legalizing private use of marijuana, but not as a constitutional amendment. And now look where that simple initiative has led us.

Jennifer Roberts
Jennifer Roberts
6 months ago

I was under the impression that legal marijuana and our housing crisis started at the same time.