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What Marijuana Has Taught Me
In the beginning, it was a seed. Than the light had shone, with some water to quench it’s thirst it would grow to be a mighty stalk. Only to end up sprawled on some college students table or even some professionals desk. In the beginning, it was a seed.
I was thinking of what would be the best way to present this write and I think that was it, so here we go. You may be wondering “What the hell could marijuana teach anybody?”, well I’m here to tell you.
Let’s start with the basics shall we; Math. I now know that there are roughly 28 grams in an ounce, and 16 ounces in a pound. Now this is the macronomics. On the micro scale we break the proverbial ounce down. One half ounce equals 14 grams roughly, one quarter is 7 grams, and an eighth of an ounce is roughly 3.5 grams. Anything less is probably 20 bucks and they’ll sit down and smoke your shit with you.
English. No pot didn’t make me literate, in fact it has had the opposite effect at times; But what it has done for me is make me seek out. Seek out information from others, seek out other’s written works, and seek out knowledge. And you know what, most of that was in written word.
Science. Now do I really have to get into that one? I’m talking about tetrahydrocannabinol or better known as THC. That’s the thing that makes your pain go away, occasionally makes you paranoid (cause it’s illegal, I believe marijuana paranoia is more of a subconscious guilt for breaking the law) and also give you what is commonly known as the munchies.
Those are the basics and why commonly not all high school drop outs are complete idiots. Now for the not so basics.
It has taught me the law. Did you know under an ounce of marijuana in your possession in California is a misdemeanor. And that’s if you don’t have a state card that just allows you to have it if you’re “sick”, does sick of work count?
More on the law topic, when one is in a different state be sure to review that states search and seizure laws. Just cause you look like a hippie doesn’t mean the police can just go through your car. Keep in mind though, if you look high or act a fool you may find yourself in the back of a patrol car.
Twice have I been pulled over which resulted in me telling the cop I have pot on me. The first time I made a left turn where I shouldn’t have. As I rolled down my window and the chimney smoke effect came out of my car, the officer asked if I had anything illegal. I told him I had some marijuana on me, he asked to see my bag, than my pipe (which I stuffed down my pants) . He asked if we had anything else (like meth) we kindly replied no. He took my bag, dumped it out in the grass along the curb, handed me back my pipe, and informed me I shouldn’t smoke and drive – pretty crazy huh.
The second time, I was on my way to a job (at the time I worked construction, actually destruction, so my work would vary from place to place). I was pulled over for a missing break light. The officer asked me the same thing and I replied in truth. Well the next thing I know a gun was drawn on me, I was sitting in the back of a patrol car, and 4 other cop cars rolled up tearing apart my car. Of course I had a small amount on me, so nothing else was found; but during the course of them tearing apart my car I was throwing a fit in the back of the cop car, not the smartest thing to do. Anyways, after several threats I was let go with a ticket.
Let us not forget the social dynamic as well. Marijuana has made me think out of the cardboard box. It’s not like I can make a midnight run to Wal-Mart. Especially at my age. It use to be all my friends had a way to get it, now as “adults” we are more worried about getting busted, about losing the things we’ve worked so hard to get, about being in the paper getting labeled as a pot head. When trying to score a bag, especially in a new city, it’s like being a spy. You have to use code words and prove to certain people they can trust you.
The terms pot head, stoner, etc really have no effect on me; but I think too many people associate pot head with gonna break into your house and steal your jewelry.
There’s also “the government isn’t always right, in fact is corrupt lesson”. After you’ve partaken in the plant, whether you’re a repeat offender or not, you begin to contemplate the who’s and the why’s.
Who benefited from the plant being illegal? If its really so dangerous, why isn’t alcohol illegal? And if the government is really looking out for the public, why go another step further and outlaw all sharp objects. More people get stabbed each year than there are just marijuana (no other substance included) accidents.
Think about this for a minute, the only reason marijuana is illegal is due to the fact that the pharmaceutical companies had lobbyist. It’s someone’s job to sit in Washington for any given company and/or cause and to watch bills being passed and grease palms to pass bills, in the self interest of that thing. Common sense has nothing to do with the government.
In the beginning, it was a seed. In the end, it is illegal.