To make a thief, make an owner; to create crime, create laws. – Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed
I have a great deal of knowledge about drugs, and not necessarily how you might think.
Not unnecessarily either. My degree of expertise seemed kinda funny when I married a Drug Court Administrator.
Felt less weird after she retired. I’m just an outlaw, what can I say.
So, when the surgeon asked me if I smoked, I lied.
And he knew I lied. Apparently, the man can read chest x-rays or something.
And I knew he knew. But my training when questioned re illegal drug use is denial. Deny, deny, deny.
I felt so bad about it, still do, after I got out of the hospital, I quit smoking. Lasted four months.
That’s when I decided to submit myself to medical interrogation and state licensing, at not a little expense and inconvenience. The Florida Medical Marijuana system was established late by politicians who didn’t want to legalize the enjoyable consumption of this Godly, natural, pain-killing, depression-fighting, life-saving plant.
Legalized.
Turns out, I am not so much an outlaw after all.
But you guessed that.
The best part about legalized marijuana is the legalize part.
Feels good not to feel like a criminal all the time.
No reason to lie.
But, I’ll be honest, still seems a little hinky.
4/20. [From 2019] Second only to Groundhog’s Day, my favorite holiday has to be April 20th. Of course, living in Florida – official state motto: Not as bad as Mississippi & warmer than North Dakota – I don’t really get to celebrate the way I’d like to. Looked around to see how folks were celebrating in enlightened environs with more freedom and less oppression.
Like Oregon.