Marijuana

Marijuana

Weeds

This week I decided to discuss Marijuana

Now, I myself know that in pretty much every lower and middle class neighborhood in the United states lies a pot dealer. States with weed legalized do not count but medical marijuana states and pretty much every region in every developed country has a weed dealer.

From personal experience I can tell you that one cannot see coming nor imagine that sheer fold of events that can transpire due to unregulated and/or illegal markets left unchecked but I, fortunately, am still alive to tell you how explosive things are.

Would you be surprised if, right now, you could walk outside and see weed dealers offloading buckets of marijuana into homes right across the street from your own?

Would you be surprised if, right now, you could walk outside and see weed dealers in a standoff with each other at gun point waiting for someone to make a sudden move?

Would you be surprised if people younger than you, who you'd known your entire life or for many years who lived common middle class existences who were good kids, good people, and always happy, were actually weed dealers and oftentimes full blown hard-drug dealers?

Well, you'd be a dumb ass if you were surprised.

Shit is out there en-masse and the longer the industry and consumption of said marijuana remains illegal the longer it will remain connected to cartels, harder drugs, guns, and the mad men that carry them.

Federally Legalize weed and have people who WON'T murder you over a couple hundred bucks in charge of the drug.

Los Angeles Locals Only

Los Angeles Locals Only

So I was walking to my front door, stepped out cautiously, locked the door and tried opening it to make sure it was locked and it was......good. I made my way to my car and cautiously got in making sure there were no street urchins trying to attack me. Afterwards I unlocked my car door and got in, making sure I was safely strapped in with my doors locked, windows up, and car started before shifting in gear and taking off.

I screeched off like a roaring wolf in the distance of neighborhood dwelling street punks. There was not a single person a live that could stop my roar, not standing on there own two feet that is.

I raged across the night, through Hollywood and down Sunset, blazing and crazing from bar to bar look for whatever middle class yet decent looking female to bed and breakfast, unless she's not into breakfast at which point i'll get the general vibe and take off unless i'm just being a douche and do it regardless.

I'll awake Monday morning only to look forward to the following weekend, where it will begin again, anew.

Taking on new meaning, I head into the weekend. One full five second stop at a time.

No California-Rolls.

Sushi is tight.