President Obama has said that he believes marijuana to be no more dangerous than alcohol, while an Associated Press poll in March found that 61% of Americans favor cannabis legalization. In June 2015 the House of Representatives voted to slash the Drug Enforcement Agency’s budget, halving the allocation for cannabis eradication. Laws, policies, attitudes-they all seem to be changing. Tonight’s bash is also a continuation of Williams’s weed renaissance, his first strides into a marijuana industry that has never been more accepted. The soiree is courtesy of Advanced Nutrients, a Canadian hydroponics company that sells products like fertilizer to marijuana growers. Hired dancers in sequin headdresses gyrate next to revelers holding joints in one hand, drinks in the other. Ornate tapestries hang beside gold chandeliers. There’s a VIP room upstairs, beyond the risotto station and the paella station and the open bar, where DJ Felix da Housecat is spinning.
He million-dollar party is under way at the Casa Llotja de Mar, a 14th-century palace near Barcelona’s waterfront. He stops at various purveyors and sounds some version of the same theme: I used to play in the NFL, and I’m interested in the therapeutic benefits for retired football players. . . . Past the pictures of marijuana strains named Super Lemon Haze, Exodus Cheese, Peppermint Kush and Tangerine Dream. Past the pipes shaped like elephants and skulls and the Super Mario Bros. He strolls, largely unnoticed, past stalls peddling 24-karat-gold rolling papers and a display case filled with glass Cheech and Chong bongs. Those pursuits came after his most familiar one, as a Heisman Trophy–winning and All-Pro running back-just one of many connected stops on what Williams calls his “path.”Īnother protracted drag from the J and Williams heads inside the convention center in the name of. This marks Williams’s latest experience, after involvements (some but not all of them ongoing) in sports broadcasting, photography, fatherhood, coaching, yoga, Ayurveda and other holistic medicines, Tai Chi, massage therapy, The Celebrity Apprentice, herbology, psychology and global exploration. This is what we’re here to do-to have all these experiences.” “I’m a Gemini,” he says, “and if we’re getting it right, we’re saying Wow at least five times a day. This is a typical Ricky conversation, deep and cosmic, tangential to everyone there but him. The 39-year-old Williams is deep into a conversation about astrology-the positions of stars and the movements of planets, how the assumptions we’re born with interact with the lives we’re born into. Vendors sell marijuana-infused beer, energy drinks and espressos, not to mention the cookies, brownies and licorice ropes. . . . T-shirts read RARE DANKNESS and DIE HIGH and NICE PEOPLE TAKE DRUGS. Reggae beats thump from towering speakers.
It’s March, and Williams is in Barcelona at something called Spannabis-part trade show, part research conference and 100% festival of copious cannabis consumption.
He takes the handoff, inhales deeply and blows out a plume of smoke so thick that it temporarily shields him from the sun. He joint moves from smoker to smoker, puff-puff-passing its way to Ricky Williams.
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