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As part of the investigation, IONews nominated a bird named Riggo as a caregiver. "The doctors -- because they're giving it to so many people -- are basically legalizing marijuana one doctor and patient a.t a time," said Greisen.. (Source: http•//www 10news com/news/9480300/detail.html) Who is Ken Estes you ask? Ken Estes is a long time proponent of Medical Marijuana who has or has had interests in at ].east four Medical Marijl.:ana Dispensaries, all of ~~~hich have come tinder law enforcement and media scrutiny. When Pot Clubs C:o Bad: Ken Estes just wants to share the miracle of medical marijuana. Everyone else just wants him to go away. By Chris Thomson Article Published Jul 24, 2002 Neighborhood lore has it that before Ken Estes set up his medical-marijuana club, the property used to be a whorehouse. The neighbors wish it still was..Back. then, the customers walked in, took care of business, and got out. Bad shit never went down at central Berkeley's local brothel. -- certainly nothing like what happened on the afternoon of June 5. At 2:37 p.m., roughly ninety minutes before closing time, a gray Honda pulled. to the curb and two Latino men got out the car and stepped up to the guard. One topped out at 250 pounds and wore a plaid button-down shirt; the other was a skinny kid ul a. T- shirt. The guard walked back to the door, and shouted for Estes' brother that there were two guys at the door to see Ken. His brother cracked open the door, took a look, and leaned back to yell for Estes. At that point, the guard noticed the two men creeping up to the door. "No no, you can't come in here!" he reportedly shouted. Then he saw the gun. Iv1r. Plaid jammed a black pistol into the guard's back, and the T-shirt pulled out a kitchen knife with afour-inch blade. According to the po}ice report, they forced the guard through the door, rushed into the club, and screamed at everyone to lie face down on the floor. Everyone did except for one man, awheelchair-bound patient who had come to get his legally prescribed dose of reefer and now had a gun in his face. The two men trashed the place and finally found the stash after prying open a locked file cabinet. As terrified neighbors called the cops, the thieves ran out of the club, jumped in the car, and floored it. It was the third armed robbery at 1.672 University Avenue in ten months. You get into a lot of creepy stuff when you hang out with Ken Estes. You get burglaries; armed robberies, police raids, and felony charges. You also get allegations of cocaine dealing, tax .fraud, and spousal abuse. The thing is, Ken's a really nice guy. With a tanned :face defined by a sandy goatee, long blond hair, and a disarming air of candor and vulnerability, he seems the very picture of California easy living. lt's only when you notice the wheelchair supporting his shriveled legs, or the limp handshake born of two decades of nerve damage, that you catch a glimpse of the tragedy that has been his companion since 1976. Shortly after a motorcycle accident left Estes paralyzed below his chest, he became a devoted advocate of medical marijuana. He carefully organized his club to offer every possible comfort to the sick or dying. Berkeley Medical Herbs, which didn't exactly traffic in St.-John's-wort, operated out of a cute little cottage that neighbors cal] the "hobbit warren." 41 75A-50