I live in a poor neighborhood.
A lot of people smoke marijuana in my neighborhood. By “a lot” I mean I can smell it pretty much whenever I’m out for a walk, and I often see it being smoked openly at the park where I play basketball. Smoked, rolled, dealt, etc.
Everyone I know who smokes marijuana is a good person. Good, fun, nice, pleasant, normal, etc.
Another note: this blog post is not about medical marijuana. This is a post I’m hoping some of my friends who smoke marijuana will read. None, that I know of, are medical marijuana patients or have any serious health problems. It’s easier to write a general blog to a generic readership population than it is to have a 1 on 1 sit down with someone about these things. Continue Reading…