[ WP ] The government has legalized all drugs for recreational usage . Now , someone who used to be a drug dealer is trying to make a living .

`` Come on, man, you know that store bought shit ca n't compare to what I've got.'' 
 
 Putting out his third cigarette of the morning into the mounting pile of soot in his ashtray, Phil Larson shook his head in argument as if the party on the other line could see him. `` Fine, you know what? Fuck it. You want to smoke weed made in some computer lab in Silicon Valley, you go right ahead. I'll be here if you decide you want a real high.'' Larson shook his box of cigarettes and a final, slim stick fell out into his palm. His last pack, but could he afford another? Crunching the numbers in his head, he knew he could skip lunch, but he did the same yesterday. 
 
 He remembered some vague wisdom about not using from your own stash, but at this point it was better than feeling the hunger pangs of a missed meal. The pile of blow on the mirror soon formed into a neat, precise line with the help of a now defunct credit card, and soon Larson felt the rush extend to his fingertips. 
 
 With his open robe revealing a pair of too-old boxer briefs, he massaged his stubbled upper lip and made his way to his office. His macbook, yellowed with age, sat asleep on his desk. 
 
 The words of his resume glared back at him with resentment. `` Work Experience'', they said, in bold and underlined letters. `` Gee, I sold weed and blow for 6 years out of the back of a used car in central Wisconsin.'' He managed to get as far as `` Import/Export'' before jamming the backspace key and closing the computer. 
 
 Painfully organized shelves of herbal refreshment lined the office walls. Tiny, neat bottles with tiny, neat scrawl identifying their contents. Alien OG. Texas Houseplant. Bruce Banner # 3. Sorting his stash used to be a way to clear his mind, but since legalization, Larson found it more listless than zen. 
 
 Six months of interviews had yielded him nothing. `` I see a large gap in your work history. What were you doing since 2008?'' Selling nose candy to your teenage daughter, next question. `` Can you tell me about a challenge you had to overcome at your previous job?'' Sure, one time I had beat the shit out of a customer for stiffing my supplier. I'm sure that will translate real well to insurance sales. `` Do you have any questions for us about the position?'' Do you drug test? 
 
 He was biting his nails again. He always went back to old habits when he was high. Digging a pair of wrinkled pants from the bottom of the hamper, he took a deep sniff before certifying them as clean enough. As he walked out his door, he considered whether he was okay to drive or not. As he turned the key in the ignition, he decided he probably was n't. 
 
 His mind drifted to the newly-opened dispensary on Main Street in town. It's clean countertops and friendly staff, all ready to provide whatever you needed, high quality and at a competitive price. The Wal-Mart of Brain Cell Destruction. As he walked in the door, a smile from the associate put him at ease. He did n't know why he did n't think of this sooner. 
 
 `` Hey, are you guys hiring?''
