Smoochin’ the Pooch
The Angry Poodle tells the Santa Barbara City Council a good way to make money: rent to cannabis dispensaries.
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The Angry Poodle tells the Santa Barbara City Council a good way to make money: rent to cannabis dispensaries.
Fall-out from a Federal Drug Enforcement Agency letter-writing campaign to property owners of buildings rented to medical marijuana dispensaries continued this week.
After enjoying years of relatively hassle-free business, Santa Barbara’s medical marijuana scene is feeling the heat this week, with a distinctly ganja-scented cloud of uncertainty hanging over its future in the wake of a federal Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) letter-writing campaign.
A recently-opened medical marijuana dispensary just off State Street was robbed last week. Shortly after 3 p.m. on 8/23, two
Barney talks to a well-known Goleta physician, gets the dirt on the Coral Casino delay, and examines the race for 3rd District Supervisor.
Responding to pleas for greater regulation from medical marijuana advocates, the City of Santa Barbara appears poised to pass a
Years ago, back when the East Coast was my home and summer was seldom more than a two-and-a-half month season, G. Love used to call my ex-girlfriend and leave these hideously good messages for her on the answering machine-and I hated it. This week, as Zaca ash rained from above, Garrett Dutton’s trademark hip-hop casual voice was once again in my life (though this time with significantly more enjoyable results).
Carla Amurao quizzes Rich Powell, a UCSB lecturer on the biological action of psychoactive recreational drugs.
In a small two-bedroom home, nestled anonymously on the upper Westside of Santa Barbara, the lights are humming right now. Vaguely Victorian in style with a white picket fence and a well-manicured front lawn, the home does little to betray the blooming emerald harvest growing inside its walls. A woman walking her dog passes by the driveway, urging her four-legged friend to “do your business,” never giving a second thought to the perpetually drawn window shades of the back room, the constantly spinning electricity meter humming in the side yard, or the sweet odor of fresh ganja blowing in the breeze.
While “420” means something to some people everyday, it can signify the time to light up to just about everyone on April 20. Drew Mackie looks at where the phrase came from and why it became so popular.