I intended to write a smart-ass quickie. Something like:
I’m absolutely opposed to synthetic marijuana. Today’s teens (and potheads of all ages) should have access to the nice, natural stuff like their parents and grandparents before them.
That was the plan. I’ve written before about how I believe medical marijuana should be widely available. As I was drifting off to sleep last night, I even thought of a few cute things to add to today’s post:
I’m down with doobies from docs.
I’m pro prescription pot.
There were more, but as has happened (way too) many times before, I was positive I’d remember them so I didn’t jot anything down in the little notebook I keep in my nightstand for just such things. Yeah, always a bad call.
Anyway, when I sat down to write my super-fast smartarse post, I thought I might want to do a quick check to find out what the hell synthetic marijuana even is. Turns out, I really am absolutely opposed to the stuff. I read Alice G. Walton’s piece about the dangers of synthetic marijuana. That’s some nasty stuff. See? I was right. Today’s teens (and potheads of all ages) really should have access to the nice, natural stuff like their parents and grandparents before them. Natural is pretty much always better.