On recent visits to see my step daughter and grand daughter, there was a pervasive aroma, as if a skunk had spritzed the area. Then I noticed some very large, very potent looking marijuana plants peeking over the fence between the girls' house and the neighbors.
According to my step daughter, the neighbors have a medical marijuana grower's permit and are legal in doing this. The certainly have enough pot growing there to supply a few pharmacies full of the herb.
I haven't smoked any ganja in over 12 years, having hit a pretty spectacular bottom after years of pretty intense consumption. I wouldn't smoke it again, but I know that others do, and there are even reputed medical uses, some of which are fairly well researched. I believe that the "evil" weed should be legal, and if people want to grow it, they should be able to. There are drawbacks to the use of pot, but they seem fairly benign compared to the ravages of booze, another substance I no longer partake of. Whatever.
According to my step daughter, the neighbors have a medical marijuana grower's permit and are legal in doing this. The certainly have enough pot growing there to supply a few pharmacies full of the herb.
I haven't smoked any ganja in over 12 years, having hit a pretty spectacular bottom after years of pretty intense consumption. I wouldn't smoke it again, but I know that others do, and there are even reputed medical uses, some of which are fairly well researched. I believe that the "evil" weed should be legal, and if people want to grow it, they should be able to. There are drawbacks to the use of pot, but they seem fairly benign compared to the ravages of booze, another substance I no longer partake of. Whatever.What I do know is that, after all these years, those plants seemed to be calling me. And they still knew my name.
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