Bottom line, I probably would not turn down an offer of marijuana in the proper circumstances. Yeah, I know. It’s illegal.
That notwithstanding, I wonder where I might get my hands on some? It’s been a long, long time since I’ve partaken of the evil weed. The two or three occasions are in the distant past, mostly in the throes of neglectful and negligent youth, failing to deeply absorb and appreciate the experience. Now, I wonder what it would be like to experience it in the present, with a conscious mind going into it. Polishing the pot in the throes of geezerhood, as it were.
In my view, treating marijuana as an illegal drug is absurd. Nuts. Crazy. Ill-informed. I’ve heard rumors that a guy who used to live in my neighborhood grew his own for pain control purposes. But he died. (Ach! Was it cannabis poisoning?!) So, NOW where does one go for a sample?
I have absolutely no interest in going to jail, of course. I don’t want to deal in the stuff, you understand, I just want a tiny sample. Hmm, I suspect geezerhood is not the best time of life to start looking to score, you know?
My wife would be deeply unhappy to read that I’m coming dangerously close to soliciting, online. So, be a lamb (as a good friend is apt to say) and don’t tell her.
Ah, I see. Road trip to Colorado. Uh huh. Oregon? Yep. I see. I do enjoy a road trip. I think I might really enjoy a road trip. I remember John Prine’s tune, Illegal Smile. I think I might enjoy an illegal smile.
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