Dude, I know you like weed. A lot. Really a lot.
You are, indeed, the "Hollywood Wizard of Weed." At least according to the definitive source with respect to this issue; namely, High Times magazine.
However, my friend, attention begets attention. In this case, from the LAPD. So when you open the aptly-named "Temple 420" in Hollywood, please tell me that you were not surprised when an undercover cop came in to purchase some weed. A facility in which you (boldy) planned to sell marijuana, inter alia, in vending machines. An idea that I'm sure sounded really good when you were totally high.
Unfortunately, reality has a dangerous way of intruding sometimes. So you were busted. And your effort to claim that you were immune from prosecution under RFRA totally -- and predictably -- failed. Regardless of whether you have a personal religious right to use, you can't sell the stuff. Even if you sincerely believe that everyone would perhaps be a lot closer to God if they were thoroughly baked.
Sorry about that. Affirmed.
