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Originally Posted by superart
most pot smokers, you really would not know that they smoke.
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A few blocks from my house is a commercial street where pot dealers make their rounds and loiter in the park, offering just about every passer-by but the old Chinese ladies, "pot?", "skunk?", "dope?", etc. One learns to ignore the milder dealers. Sometimes when I had a little baby in the stroller or even napping on my shoulder I'd feel assaulted by some leering Bob Dylan repeating, "Sticky weed? Sticky weed!?" until he gets the clear negative. I enjoy the smell of pot cutting through the park on a summer night, but the dealers aren't welcome.
Then the dealers all disappeared. There was a sort of Turkish styled cafe opened up down the street. It looked comfy and luxurious in Bohemian fashion but I never checked it out.
A few months ago the owner of Da Kine Cafe made a media announcement that her business had been quietly selling pot now for two years without a single police incident. Days later the police
raided Da Kine Cafe.
A week after that, my toddler son was pulling me along to buy ice cream when a shabby kid stopped us with the question, "Hash?"