I’m an old bohemian-hippy that started smoking pot during my 4 years in the US Army from 1965-69. I won’t go into the reasons why nor ramble on in defense of it… those issues have been argued up and down for decades… and it’s all stuff and nonsense. Pot is and has been a medicinal herb for thousands of years… period. My use of it has more than likely prevented me from committing homicide many times throughout my life. As the late great comedian Richard Pryor said in one of his routines, “Some days… it’s all you can do… just to get through the day… without killing some dumb motherfucker!”
It’s has been more effective in relieving these stresses than either prescribed Xanax and Librium were in my past… and it’s not addictive as those prescribed drugs are… which I painfully learned when I quit them cold turkey almost 20 years ago. When you’re out of pot… you’re just out… no big deal. In my reality… it works… it is my choice of medicine. I’ve had a full life… 66 years so far… and I’m not afraid of death… when it comes… it comes… the final adventure on this 3rd dimensional plane and the spirit goes on to something else… or maybe it comes back for another reincarnate… I’ll try and psychically text a few friends when I get to the ‘whatever hereafter’… or maybe I’ll leave a message on Myspace…
Pot users have always had to be discreet… due to Draconian and archaic attitudes and laws… and corrupt political and business machines who want merely to secretly control these drug cash cows themselves… they simply want the Mexican drug cartels out… so they can control the market… that’s what the bloody and lost drug war is and has been about… wake up! John and Jane Doe America… you’re being conned… again!
Then… for a short period of time… around 2008… laws were passed here in California that allowed for the legal use of marijuana if prescribed by a medical doctor… and I go legal and get my prescription. Finally! The world is getting a little bit sane about a few things… well, not quite… there’s always a catch…
I felt great for a while… going to my secure pharmacy and getting my medicine for even a few dollars less than the old street prices… with my veteran’s discount. These laws even allowed me to grow my own plants for my personal use… up to 6 adults budding and 12 seedlings… I could even bring my excess crop to the pharmacy and donate it for other prescription patients… and something then is donated my way… Marvelous! All legal… on the up and up… no gangs, no violence… for the good of all… love and peace…
But wait… now the local city government steps in… my pharmacy friends now tell me that suppliers have to be registered growers… and be inspected by the police…permits, etc… I really don’t want that intimate of a relationship with any police department… nothing personal… I’ve just observed over the years how that type of system only invites bribery and corruption… so, I just went home and smoked a bowl and waited…
…a week or so later …further city ordinances …now the pharmacy can only be supplied by one registered grower… a big warehouse building somewhere… there are hundreds of abandoned industrial areas in Los Angeles… so, to this 66 year old nose that smells like… a warehouse, halogen lit, hydroponically fed and watered, vitaminized, steroided, bland pot grown by the ton per week… that’s corporate type stuff, big bucks business… that’s why they want the Mexican cartels out… why hassle with smuggling when you can grow it inside any building… and grow it 24/7 year round… the pot heads have sold out and gone corporate…
...and the small farmer is shafted again… just when I thought the liberals might pay me a subsidy NOT to grow crops… what the hey, they paid an uncle of mine not to grow wheat for a couple of decades… and I load another bowl… and chill out… like I said it keeps me from committing homicide.
…so, I cut back my growing …staying within my prescribed numbers …I’m smoking what I’ve got on hand …and canning for the winter months.
…and then Prop 19 on the ballot this November …if it passes everybody in the state can legally grow their personal marijuana plant within a 25 square foot plot (that’s about the size of an average Christmas tree… so, grow it tall… put a lot of nitrogen in the water during the early shoot stage from 6 to 12 inches… I had one that shot up to 5 feet and budding within 3 months with that mix)
…now just yesterday …this Fed guy, Holder …says if Prop 19 passes the Feds and the DEA will be kicking my door down… pulling up my plants… and arresting me.
…so, now …this 66 year old, 5’7”, 130 lb …senior citizen is a dangerous threat and some sort of security risk to the nation… and our way of life… democracy itself, etc, etc… and possibly soon… a felon… who was arrested and convicted for growing a few… legally and medically prescribed… potted marijuana plants on secluded private property inside his visually blocked to six feet high locked gate fenced yard… for his own personal medical needs.
…during one of the many occasional financial slumps of life over the years …that most adults have lived through by now …I needed some cash… and I legally sold my 1911A .45 caliber army surplus pistol to an arms collector… that was the last weapon I ever owned… and that sale was probably one of the smartest things that I’ve ever done… and, now… dear, reader… I’m going to load and spark another bowl… and chill out…
…may the peace and love of the cosmos be with you…
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