50+ Second Careers in Cannabis: Meet NWPRC’s Jake Dimmock

By David Rheins

EDITOR’S NOTE: As part of our series on 50+ Second Careers in Cannabis, we profile Jake Dimmock, master gardener and co-owner of Northwest Patient Resource Center, a leading medical marijuana dispensary in Seattle, WA.

Jake Dimmock is an old-fashioned Southern Gentleman, and he looks the part. His wide grin and happy round glasses fill a face framed by long, rock-star blonde-grey hair. Sporting a dark blazer over clean blue jeans, a black shirt and bolo tie when we meet up, Jake is a big guy who exudes a gentle calmness and cheerful politeness that lets you know right away that you’re going to like him. And you do.

“I’m the Jerry Garcia of the cannabis community,” he jokes, and the physical resemblance is unmistakable, “I’m the guy you want to have a beer with.” The 55 year-old former merchant seaman from Norfolk, Virginia, carries a quiet confidence, in contrast to the strong egos that define so many of his peers. Continue reading


The Medical Cannabis Finish Line Is In Sight


By Shawn DeNae

The stage is set, the contenders are in place and we either cross that finish line by legitimizing medicinal use, cultivation and dispensing of medical cannabis in law or it’s finished all together.


A dedicated group striving to protect medical cannabis access in Washington State gathered on Thursday as starters in a sprint.  Kari Boiter, the Americans for Safe Access National Advocate of the Year, lead the discussion with bullet strength detail.

The bottom line?  This grassroots effort needs funds to hire a lobbyist to represent interests in Olympia.  That’s the way it works and Boiter knows just the woman for the job who’ll deliver the communities’ message.


Any legislation presented in 2014 that meets these Core Values has stakeholder support.  Here’s the message, in its simple detail:

  1. Patients must maintain the ability to possess and cultivate a 60 day supply as previously defined by the Department of Health.
  2. Small, private non-commercial cooperatives must be preserved with clear guidelines.
  3. Affirmative defense must be retained as it is in current law.
  4. Commercial MMJ enterprises must be licensed and regulated by the State.
  5. Medical cannabis must follow the same guidelines of taxation as other botanical medicines as per current WA State law.
  6. Health care professionals must maintain the flexibility to adapt treatment plans to suit individual patients needs.
  7. A dedicate workgroup of knowledgeable stakeholders must first study the impact of a patient registry before any action is taken to establish one.
  8. Civil rights need granted so that no medical cannabis patients lose their housing nor their jobs nor should a patient be denied an organ transplant because of their cannabis use.  PTSD needs added as a qualifying condition as supported by evolving science proving it’s benefits.

The small crowd quickly pledged and departed with weekend commitments to gather the initial $25,000 in funds that will secure the Olympian influence and organization required to move forward.  The time to cross the finish line is within a short 45 day legislative session beginning Monday January 13th.

The procrastination to make a difference ends now.

Those of you that agree with the Core Values can help by giving generously at www.healthbeforehappyhour.org  The cannabis community thanks you.


Adam For Sheriff

Adam for Sheriff

Adam for Sheriff

By Michael Adam Assenberg

My name is Michael (Adam) Assenberg, pronounced (ACE-N-BERG).

The year 1985 changed my life forever.  I was working as a security guard, saving money so I could afford to go to the L.A. Police Academy. But that was to never be — as I was attacked on the job, as I was guarding a mine in Corona, California.

Some crooks wanted to steal dynamite, and I got in their way.  For doing so, I was attacked with a baseball bat,  pushed 15 feet off a bridge onto boulders, and left for dead.

It has taken me over 25 years to get back to where I could once more protect the public. During that time, I have been a patient using cannabis. I was run out of public housing for being a legal medical marijuana patient. I took my fight to court, serving as my own lawyer.

I used to run a public access radio show called, “Marijuana Fact or Fiction,” where I had doctors, former law enforcement and many others guest experts on my show. It was during this time that  I dug heavily into both state and federal law in my efforts to find a way of fighting a federal government gone crazy.

Over the years, I have found many medical marijuana dispensaries that were doing right by patients, but also many that were selling marijuana with mold, or other issues. I have also witnessed law enforcement gone wild with dispensary raids.   In 2011, I decided to open my own dispensary,  Compassion 4 Patients, to “set a trap” for the feds.

Instead of the feds raiding me, the local sheriff (Brett Myers) fell into my “trap,” and on January 4, 2013, I won my case.  I went back to court the following week, and got the Judge to order the sheriff to return my cannabis and everything else taken in the raid.

During my fight in court, I discovered that a sheriff has the legal power to arrest DEA agents, but this is not done due to our  system of ‘Policing for Profit’.

It is time for the local sheriff to once again be an “oath keeper” to the people that place him/her in office, instead of working for a federal system that is under the control of big business.

As sheriff, I would arrest DEA agents that violated the rights of patients and providers. I will focus on property crimes. People living in apartment buildings tell me that often “landlords” do nothing about troublemakers because those landlords want to keep their units full, so the “all mighty dollar” can be made.

As sheriff, I would push to have these types of apartments listed as “nuisance property”, blocking the landlord from making his money until he took care of the trouble.

I would also see to it that records of your tax moneys were kept, to show where your money was being spent. And, I would hold public meetings once a month to stay on top of any trouble spots.

I am just one man. But if all of us reading this just stand united behind these issues, what a force for change we could make.

Because of my false arrest, I have a case pending in the court system for six million dollars. Only part of the lawsuit is for the raid; the other part of the lawsuit is for violating my right to address my first line of government when my State rights were violated.

Here is the letter telling me that I could NOT ask the county why a state sheriff can use tax money to violate my rights under I-692.

letter telling me that I could NOT ask the county why a state sheriff can use tax money to violate my rights under I-692.

The handwritten letter telling me that I could NOT ask the county why a state sheriff can use tax money to violate my rights under I-692.

You will note in the letter that the people running my county would not honor my question, and would even use the same sheriff who attacked me to block my right to speak at an open meeting.

To learn more about how to help in what I am doing please visit my site at or my Facebook page:

Or call me at 509-288-4799.

Sublime — I Smoke Two Joints

“She was living in a single room with three other individuals. One of them was a male and the other two, well, the other two were females. God only know what they were up to in there. and furthermore Susan, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to learn that all four of them hibitually smoked marijuana cigarettes… reefers”
I smoke two joints in the morning.
I smoke two joints at night.
I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright
I smoke two joints in time of peace, and two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
and then I smoke two more

Smoked cigarettes ’til the day she died, toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia smoked cigarettes ’til the day she died toke a big spliff of some good sensamill…” “Easy-E were ya ever caught slippin’ Hell no!

Daddy he once told me “son you be hard workin’ man” and Mamma she once told me “son you do the best you can”
but then one day i met a man who came to me and said
i’ve worked good
and i’ve worked fine
but first take care of head

Piece of My Mind

By Little Sweetwater

I am a professional in the medical field. I make $32 an hour, and I am 63 years-old. The state where I live – Wyoming — still believes marijuana should remain illegal, is bad for you, will make you insane, good-for-nothing, and anyone who uses it should go to jail.

Most people around here have not seen the little girl with epilepsy, with constant fits, fighting for her life. They have not seen that same little girl now almost seizure-free because of medical marijuana.

Weed has changed her life, as well as everyone around her! I find it wonderful that she doesn’t have to take two handfuls of pills anymore, the manmade chemical compounds which have numerous side effects and contraindications.

I find it amazing that people are so willing to condemn the parents for giving their child cannabis. Would they feel the same if it were their own son or daughter going through hell? Personally, I opt for a natural substance with proven qualities; it’s too bad they can’t experience the difference. I did.

Two years ago, I had breast cancer — surgery, chemo, radiation, the whole 9 yards. Me, and more than a million other men and women. My pain was pretty well controlled with Advil, or in my case an Advil clone that I chose for the price.

My nausea — Oh Boy! You don’t know puking! We started with Compazine, oh no–we won’t even discuss that med. Zofran, ok, that was my friend, when it worked. I am not a good pill-taker, and sometimes I would gag on the pill I was trying to swallow for my nausea.

So, I decided it was easier to throw up a few time a day than swallow that pill. Besides, I like to have a drink in the evenings, since I don’t have marijuana access, and I didn’t want the side effects of the medicine on my liver and kidneys.

Chemo was bad enough. Before one of my 4 hour oncology visits, I saw an “older” woman, (ha, my age), smoking a pipe. I went over and asked her if I could “visit”.

She let me in her car and for the next 15 minutes before our IV session, she told me about the effects of weed on nausea and how it has helped her. She gave me a small amount and a pipe to try when I got home. I was very nervous about it, because of my job.

Always, without fail, I would have to pull over and puke 45 minutes into my 1 1/2 hour trip, and again within a few hours of being home. That day was the same. When I got home, I put a hit in the pipe to get it ready when the nausea butterflies struck.

Marijuana works for nausea! I know that it works, because I did the experiment myself

Marijuana works for nausea! I know that it works, because I did the experiment myself

The wait was only 3 hours. After I took the hit of weed, I just waited for the puking to begin. After a couple of minutes, I knew it wasn’t going to. Wow, nice! I had no more nausea for the next 7 hours.

Weed was my recourse for the next 3 days to control my vomiting. I no longer had dry heaves before breakfast for 3 days! It really messed with my diet plan, since it stopped my after breakfast puking. I did lose 15 pounds from puking, though…

We both finished chemo and radiation, but we didn’t keep in touch. I still have episodes of nausea, and wish I could have some marijuana when I need to control it. I sincerely hope in my lifetime that our state will allow the legalization of marijuana.

Marijuana works for nausea! I know that it works, because I did the experiment myself.