I live in the northwest and it's legal from Canada to the southern border of Oregon. My estranged brother whom I haven't seen for 11 years was a borderline alcoholic but into the drug scene with both feet. I used to talk to him about his experiences. Shooting up between his toes to hid the tracks, soaking his pot in paregoric for the ultimate high. Popping pills, snorting, whatever he had tried most of it. In his youth he was a standout athlete baseball, basketball, golf,,,etc. He went on to college at Utah State on a full ride basketball scholarship, was Freshman class president and a member in good standing with phi-caps, then one of his fraternity brothers (one of the others was Joe Bananas grandson, Jack) introduced him to pot and the rest is history. He did salvage a trade from our dad (brick mason) and specialized in Swedish stoves and straw bale homes but his days of shooting hoops was behind him, two failed marriages and no children.