When I was a kid, I made some pretty poor decisions.
That I made it through high school, and graduated, separate from being kicked out or going to prison is a miracle; For a while I had a mild drug habit, and I ran with a crew of older guys that were all nursing drastic drug woes.
The people I was with and I grabbed a lot of stuff, but never got into heavy criminality, just enough to buy drugs, and finally I saw the light, I turned a corner, and I cleaned up our act. After a couple of years of living clean, and putting our life together, the world rewarded myself and others by opening a cannabis dispensary next door. I guess “the world” didn’t open a cannabis dispensary, I’m saying that luck brought it here, to the old theater next door, as a reward for our karmic change. The cannabis that I used to risk jail time to acquire is now readily available to myself and others from 10am to 10pm, more than six days a week. This makes sense to me, because a teenager should never have to be scared of going to jail over something as straight-forward as marijuana. The only reason cannabis has an exhausting rep is because criminalizing it made the users act care about criminals; Now that cannabis stores are widely available, no one needs to sneak around in back alleys making shady deals to get it. The cannabis plant is a gift from the universe, to be shared and enjoyed, not ruined and punished. Now that I have said our piece, I am going to buy some marijuana.