While gas prices shoot up, energy costs are through the roof, budgets are on the table, and legislation that would actually help the people of this state wallows on the calendar...the House is now engaged in what is predicted to be a marathon debate on the medical use of Mary Jane.
Sadly, I have to admit that discussing the sweet, sweet cheeba is proving to be quite funny. There's nothing better than listening to Mike Lawlor talk to me about Yukon Gold, Jamaica Red Hair, and the dreaded Middletown Brown. Apparently we are even going to legislate the "dankness" of the buds people are allowed to grow! THIS IS GREAT!
Unfortunately, though this bill will ensure that even if you have dispensation from your doctor to hit the bong, you will still have to troll the high schools of Hartford to "score" your precious dope. I tell ya, I can't wait to see old Granny Smith, walker and all, roaming Frog Hollow in search of the 'stickiest-of-the-icky' to help with her glaucoma. And when she does find Sweet Lou, or Sir Smokes-a-lot, or Samson Simpson and purchases the coveted "eighth" that she's been after, her dealer can (and will) be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, while Granny makes a beeline for the nearest BK for a Whopper and milkshake.
And if Granny Smith isn't up for sitting in her car with the lights off outside Weaver, she now has to dust off her green thumb and grow herself some Northern California Sensimilla. Let me tell you, those plants don't just spring up overnight. SO if you're up for a good laugh--turn on CTN and fire up the hooka.
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