Doctor G: Goes to a Smoke Easy!!

The Smoke-easy

I was driving through another one of those little towns in Colorado last week; somewhere between Denver and Monument (Colorado Springs). I travel a lot for my job. While many people may think Colorado is all Ski resorts and snow let me assure you the summers are hot in the lower elevations. The AC in my truck had broken down and I was looking for some liquid relief when I took a U turn down a side street to get back to the convenience store. I was pulling into a largish driveway when I noticed the sign in the window of the suburban house. â??Joesâ?? Juice Barâ?� the sign read, so I found a parking space instead of pulling away.
The house was a standard pastel suburban residence; the front door was open and a gentle Jazz sound came from inside. As I walked up two people were making their way out; the one in the rear helping his wife in the wheel chair. I stepped aside and held the screen door open. As they passed I caught a strong whiff of freshly smoked King Kind. Not one of those â??oh did I smell somethingâ?? kind of whiff; more like opening the closet of a clam bake and going â??whewâ??. They seemed in a good mood so it seemed like a good omen. I stepped through into the dark interior. Along the west wall a counter stood like an old style western bar, a copper rail ran a few inches off the floor. I expected to see spittoons scattered around. A few benches sat along the wall and I could see another door leading into the patio area. I exchanged pleasantries with the clerk and we established I would like a ginger beer.
It turns out this was a private club and while I could have a beverage or two at the bar only members were allowed through the rest of the building. A distinct aroma made its way past me as the breeze from the patio came through the building. An aroma I knew and appreciated, I was willing to say probably a Bubble Gum or a Blueberry strain.
â??So what does it take to be a member of this club?â?�
â??An existing member has gottaâ?? sponsor you; then you fill out a form. Members vote on your application.â?�
In a moment of rare fate on old friend of my sonsâ?? stepped out of the rest room and saw me at the bar. After an exchange of greetings, A#@* told the bartender to â??hand over a guest badgeâ?? and give me an application; and we strode out to the patio. Just before we stepped outside he stopped at a line of vending machines.
â??So how about a little AK 47?â?� he asked as he pointed behind the glass.
â??You know me, Iâ??d prefer the Skywalkerâ?�
In small transparent packages two gram samples of eight different strains were displayed in the dispenser slots. Labels identified White Rhino, Bubblegum, White Widow, AK 47, Blueberry and Skywalker, K2 and Warlock with THC percentage and seed house on each package.
I slid a twenty into the slot and pressed â??Skywalkerâ?� and a small package slid into the tray.
â??Youâ??re kidding me, Right? Itâ??s one of those pseudo bud like things, Right?â?�
â??Nope, itâ??s just like it says. This place is a smoke-easy!â?�
â??No Shit!â?�
â??None at allâ?�
We made our way through the door to the patio. The patio was surrounded by an eight foot tall shade screen with a canvas top. Vent flaps in the canvas allowed smoke to drift across the railroad tracks and into the empty field across the way. A dozen people sat around in comfortable chairs smoking or rolling or playing the various chess and board games that were scattered around. We sat down at an empty bench and I rolled a cone with the papers that came with the bud. With the tip in place I rolled the whole bindle into one paper; Dutch style. After I tore off the excess paper I tapped it down and lit it up.
One or two people looked over but A#@* and I were able to enjoy a wonderful smoke in the afternoon sun. I ordered another Ginger Beer and A#@* had a cup or two of Ethiopian coffee. A#@* rolled a joint of the Blueberry and we discussed the merits of various strains. I had been sitting for a while when another couple with a wheel chair made their way to the back. They showed their membership card and medical permit to the bartender and he brought them out a couple of 100 millimeter long joints. They paid with a five and he gave them change.
A#@* saw me watching so I asked him what was going on.
â??The owners provide a sliding scale for people with a medical certificate and a financial hardship. Recreational users use the vending machines and people with a cert can get table side service. Members have legal representation in the event the club is busted and they are here. The weed is all top shelf strains grown by professionals; one of your sons maintains our machines and the arcade equipment.â?�
I knew which one and was grateful he had never mentioned this to me, I would have worried.
The sun was settling behind the Front Range when I finally got back into my truck. The worst of the heat was over and I was headed into the high country where it was cooler anyway. Andy helped me fill out the application and we turned it in with the hundred dollar membership fee.
â??Donâ??t worry, enough members know you; youâ??ll get in.â?� A#@* told me.
I guess Iâ??ll be going up towards Denver a little more often.

OK Yes this is real. No I can't say any more right now. A#@% says if he needs more members I can post some more info. Look for more stories about Joes Juice bar
take care
Doctor G

sounds like heaven:jointsmile:
u made it

Nice.

Now that's a true story to add your collection of happy-thoughts.

That is really cool! Good strains, lol!

*Wipes a tear away from eye*

A true story for the kids. To think places like that still exist

You forgot to censor their name near the bottom :P
I wish I could go there :(

I'm south of Denver, and I'd like to see this place :stoned:

Omfg. That sounds like something out of a movie. Dude thats like fucking POT FEST. Haha

When they legalize bud in the states I bet we'll see tons of those weed dispensers lol.

Awesome man, good story.

Yea here's the first one again. Like I said, I've been busy
take care
Doctor G