The Smoker's Club Tour hit Dallas last month, and it was a busy night, like so many Thursdays in our town. I sit in my car on Elm Street, trying to get around a sudden surge of traffic. I hear sirens. Four blocks away from Trees, I can smell the marijuana, mixed with the smell of burnt rubber. I can make out a line curving around Trees, then see the outline of a car flipped upside down and EMT workers trying to... More >>>