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As Doctors See Benefits of Medical Marijuana Treatments for Seniors, Calls for Changes in Policy

SAT, MAR 11

Doctors across the country are calling for a re-think of current government policies, in terms of allowing medical research on medical cannabis, as elderly patients see dramatic results to treat pain.

Recently NBC News visited a “senior living facility” (i.e. reefer flop house), where correspondent Harry Smith interviewed 95-year-old Edith “Burner” Hepwilder. Below is an excerpt from the interview, which presents the unedited conversation, as opposed to what was shown on television:

old doobieHarry Smith: Do you feel any benefits from the medical marijuana?

Edith Hepwilder: It’s reduced my pain, and I’m more relaxed.

HS: I see, that’s very good. Have you noticed anything else?

EH: Yes. I’m hungry all the damn time. If there is a box of Bugles in the room, I need it in me. Immediately. Pizza too. Slab after greasy slab. You don’t have any on you, do ya?

HS: Um. No, but I could order some.

EH: Hell yeah. [Turns to orderly] Tyrone, lend a bitch your cell phone. [Hands phone to Harry]. Pies Guys is the best. Call them. Get the Deluxe. It will change your life.

[Harry gets on the phone, orders a pie, and returns the phone to orderly].

EH: We should blaze up before it gets here. [Reaches into knit bag hanging from her wheelchair and extracts a bong shaped like a snarling dragon]. This is Nidhogg. Don’t worry he doesn’t bite. [Lights bong, takes long, long hit, then passes it to Harry].

HS: Has anything else changed for you since you’ve begun your treatment?

EH: I listen to the Dead a lot more.

HS: The Grateful Dead?

EH: Day. And. Night. Every damn day. [Turns to orderly] Tyrone! My tunes! [Orderly points remote at the stereo. “Mars Hotel” begins playing.]

HS: Have you noticed any side effects at all?

EH: Not really, except I can smell colors now. Does that count?

HS: It might. I’m not a doctor.

EH: [Singing] I’m Uncle Sam, that’s who I am, been hiding out in a rock and roll band.

HS: Mrs. Hepwilder…

EH: Call me “Burner.” Everyone does. [Points to bong]. You gonna hit that? Otherwise, pass it back, Bogart.

HS: Burner, how do you feel about the federal restrictions on the use of marijuana.

EH: Fuck the man! Goddamn Nixon!

HS: Um, Mrs. Hep… Burner, Nixon’s been dead since 1994.

EH: Good! Goddamn narc punk bitch! He’d still be alive if he’d been hittin’ this! [Lights bong, takes even longer hit than the first time].

HS: So is it fair to say you favor less regulation?

EH: [Hear’s knock at the door] I favor some slabs! Tyrone! Pizza’s here!

HS: This is Harry Smith, reporting from Burner Hepwilder’s room.