Sitting in my sofa reading, wheather is not for going out at the moment - could be later - I hear people talking outside from my neighbours front yard. I take a look, its not everyday doings here, to be in the front yard more than pass over it on your way out, and down there, I am at second floor, I see a group of the daughters college friends standing in a circle, about 7-8 of them, only one boy - talking - and passing a joint around until its only half a millimeter left and one of the girls mash it up under her shoe, and all go inside.
I go back to my sofa and John Lennon The Life, John smoked marijuana all his life, got busted two times for possession of marijuana, during the ten years of Beatlemania they always were prepared with it, hidden in places nobody from customs ever looked, luckily. So what, let the people smoke if they feel good from it, think its even more popular now a days than in the sixties -
