 If you got busted for trying to sell 10 pounds to people who are at least 18 or older, now you're going to the front of the line. I know. It makes no sense. And, of course, nothing in this state makes any sense. I'll tell you what. I was down at the Clifford Brown Jazz Festival last night, and, boy, you could just see the white, thick smoke of the icky, sticky greenie. Oh, is that right? Yeah.