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buffet of all the goodies they had to offer. I had tinctures, chocolates, cookies, lollypops but the crème de la crème was the medicated caramels. Even now, after the festival is long over and gone I can still taste their goodness. The majority of vendors were selling glass, but moreover they were making it there on sight. This used to be my job, but where I was usually the only one making glass instead of watching the show there was no less than 8 torches raging at any time. A glassblowing competition was scheduled for event. But due to a lack of communication between Cider and the event’s organizers I have no idea if it actually transpired. Now, I was raised with a healthy dose of fear/paranoia of a good time, ethically, morally, there is nothing wrong with any of this, sure Cannabis is illegal in the United States but no one here seems to of gotten that memo. People are buying, selling, trading, smoking and dabbing all out in the open I start to get a bit nervous, where are the cops? We can’t even have a music festival without a bevy of state troopers trying to shake us down; I can’t help from wondering how this is
all happening ? Tom (no last name given) of Treehouse Genetics, a seed breeder specializing in cultivating pain-relief strains, gave the best account of why the police were not using Gestapo tactics to ruin this fun. “When we first started gathering here, they would set up their dragnet out there on the main road and try to bust people leaving the grounds. But the thing is in Maine, you’re allowed up to 2 pounds of Marijuana or a derivative (such as honey oil or hash) if you are a medical card holder. The thing is sure they’d bust the people who didn’t have a card, but by the time it went to court, that individual would of gotten themselves on the list (of medical marijuana patients) so after all that money invested and time the case would be thrown out. After a while they just gave up” It is important to note that while all of this was going on there was ; actually a concert happening, and when the unbearably hot summer sun finally rested beyond the horizon, headline bands like Sophistaphunk, Bastinado and Afroman took the stage.
Let me just say, Afroman performed a set that was worthy of intense admiration, not because it was the greatest music of all time, or some legendary mind-ripping performance, but because that man stood up on stage, with a blunt in one hand, a rapidly emptying can of Colt 45 in the other and he played virtually non-stop for FOUR freaking hours. I think he put down at least 12 blunts and twice as many Colt 45’s and just kept on going. Sure at times towards the end it sounded like rap karaoke but shit man, the stamina of this beast alone was enough to command respect. Bravo, Afroman! In the end the New England Canna Carnival was an eye opener, a keyhole into a world that fully tolerates recreational Marijuana usage. It was beautiful, fun and just like the name of the field where the event took place, it was freedom.
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