Don't forget the sales tax.

I live around a bunch of old people. I've had to 'splain what "420" means so many times, I could turn it into a vaudeville act.

But right now, I'm gonna get in the car, drive to Blythe, CA, roll up a spliff that would make Dave Chappelle blush, and just sit on the state line. Anyone walking by can take a hit too.