summer is here! (and bringing the potheads out to play)

Just to note: it's EIGHTY ONE degrees here. It seems that summer directly followed winter, without bothering with any of that spring nonsense. Tying in with the nice weather, last week D. and I walked 8 blocks down to the local Qdoba, ate dinner, and walked back just as it was getting dark. Maybe 7:15pm. On the way back we passed through a neighborhood park, and just at the entrance were 4 or 5 teenage boys, smoking the reefer. D. and I laughed at their audaciousness, but I thought about it in a more sober light later. I used to have a lot of sympathy for the people in jail for marajuana related offenses. After all, the goverment is hysterical about drugs, and it's a victimless crime, right? But seeing these kids made me think that maybe those people in jail only have their own stupidity to blame. How easy is it to smoke your dope in your basement, away from prying eyes and noses, and never get in trouble for it? How much trouble are you asking for when you smoke weed at 7pm, right next to a neighborhood full of yuppies and their young children? No doubt there are people in that neighborhood who are super paranoid about how drugs will ruin their kids' lives and who would not hesitate to call the cops upon getting a whiff of weed. The smell drifted after us for a good two blocks, so there were certainly other people in their yards or with open windows who could smell it. It just seemed so stupid.