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  • Legalize pot - everybody is smoking it. Not just the cool kids. It's so mainstream that it is almost passe. Give the people what they want. Don't believe in the Nanny State. Individuals. Individual choices.

    I really wish I could have given my dad some pot to smoke after chemotherapy. He wouldn't have gone for it. I remember the bong in my bedroom back home. I put a paper daisy in it so my dad would think it was a vase.

    Back in the day. Strawberry rolling papers, an ounce of Mexican for 30 dollars, and head shops. Living in a little backwater town in Pa. A one cop car town. In fact, we kids would scope out where the cop was sitting and drive in the opposite direction. Ten cars or more. Someone with a ridiculous sound system with boosters would open the hatchback of a Pinto. Bob Marley and pot smoke wafting through the trees.

    The first time I got high I was sitting on the living room sofa with Geoffrey Wanless. His hair was almost as long as mine. He came to a house where I was babysitting. My little charges were safely tucked into bed. It was the third time I smoked pot. I had just finished telling Geoffrey that he was wasting his weed on me. I said that pot didn't have any apparent effect on intelligent people. He listened to me talk and kept passing me the joint.

    "Take another hit, and hold it in," he said. I shrugged my shoulders, inhaled deeply, and held the sweet smoke in my lungs for an eternity until I had to either take a breath or pass out.

    The sofa we were on faced a mantle that had as a centerpiece a conical shaped lamp with a red glass shade. "Look at the shadow on the wall," I said, now reaching for the joint. I took another mammoth hit. Before my eyes, the ordinary lamp on the mantle had morphed into a gigantic red butterfly with fluttering wings.

    "Hey! I think I'm high!" From that day on I was a devotee. Never was a gateway drug for me. Experimented with most of the things one could find in the hippie medicine chest, but nothing ever made the impression on me that marijuana did.

    Although I may go out to the desert and try peyote again when I'm 90.

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