Celebrity culture has never been my thing. But I was star-struck when I ran into Nancy Pelosi at a downtown San Francisco spa and waxing studio. At the time, I was evolving from hotep hippy to a posh pothead. Because of the decent money I earned in the hay days of growing weed in the legacy market, it only made sense to go to a high-end spa for virgin B…
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