The year was 1994. My hair was eighties big, and I was living in a sorority house in Norman, Oklahoma. The sky was huge, and I was wide-eyed, playing cool, playing real cool, taking drags of long cigarettes and talking Bukowski. Dude, Ham on Rye was sooooo much better, I’d say in one dank living room or another but then it happened. Wanna hit? somebody said, and before I knew it, I was pulling a Phelps.
Don’t get me wrong. I saw the charm in the dented-up-Dr.-Pepper-can-cum-bong, but, frankly, I fell asleep waaaaaaaaay too soon with a bad taste in my mouth and a bit of a headache. So, I have to admit, I was pretty surprised yesterday when I looked at the news and saw that in President Obama’s “liveblogging Town Hall” the vast majority of the 90,000 questions revolved around legalizing the sweet stuff.
You see, for me, marijuana’s always been a blip on the screen, some frat party gone wrong, but apparently it’s at the forefront of a lot of American’s minds (when America’s not exactly at the top of her game!) and seemingly in a lot of their backyards. I recall many a summer night when sitting in my own backyard I’ve gotten a wiff of the ole skunk coming from next door. I’m always shocked: my neighbors are in their 60’s; they have jobs and kids and know who to call for a plumbing job; but all roads point to the fact that they also enjoy dancing with sweet Mary Jane.
So maybe I’m missing something in this whole “Legalize It” debate. It’s one of those times that I’m thinking, hmmm, really, wow, one of those times that I’m a little stunned by what goes on behind closed doors, but maybe there’s something I’m not getting. Enlighten me, dear reader, give me your opinion on the Green.