Happy 4/20! Light up!

[H2O Man]

24. I think that is

about the same as NYS. This was a huge relief, as for decades I've had a fear of being picked up by a paisley-painted mini-van filled with hippies seeking to tab me with a "joint," as their lingo mandates. I've had waking nightmares of suffering from a "flash-back" (legal lingo) from an underdose. But the nature of the demon weed hath changed -- so long as big industry can produce it and the state can tax it. We must be certain those old hippies do not "tab" (hip lingo) the weed with THC.

Thus, I am considering sampling some "Mary Jane" (long-lost name), so long as I can insure my safety by having a psychiatrist, a psychologist, a police officer, and my 8th grade math teacher monitoring my progress. I will dig out my ancient copy of David Peel & the Lower East Side Gang's "Have a Marijuana," and stare at the old 5-gallon stoned-where jug of my great-great Uncle Tom the bootlegger, complete with the family name, as well as the copies of High Times' magazine and book with the photograph of my late brother's garden on the said covers.