When walking around the streets of Manhattan, odors are plentiful and often pungent. Some are pleasant and others are hideous. Recently, I’ve noticed one particular smell repeatedly. Is marijuana making a comeback? Or better yet, has it ever gone out of style?
Doobie smokers range in age from teens to senior citizens, and it may be the ideal medicine for big-city nerves. Relaxation in New York requires assistance at times, or at least a little hallucinogenic push. The pot smell is speaking loud and clear in a variety of neighborhoods, and you may be asking the question — Should the Mary Jane be legalized?
According to the New York Times, low-level arrests for marijuana possession are on the rise for the 7th year in the Big Apple. The NYPD is instructed to not arrest anyone unless the pot is in plain view. Is this a logical approach to control drug usage? If the cops can’t see it, they ignore it. I guess smelling is considered circumstantial, and not concrete, therefore hiding the doob is the answer to avoiding arrest.
This is New York, and in case you forgot, anything goes here, including alcoholic beverages in brown bags and a couple of kids walking and smoking grass on Riverside Drive. 10024 is a high-rent zip code, and they’re not hiding it.
Should smoking marijuana be legal in New York City? You may believe the myth that it kills brain cells, but alcohol impairs brain function, and every block in Manhattan has a bar or three. Maybe New Yorkers need a dependency to survive years of living the big city lifestyle. For some, cocktails aren’t enough, and for others, too much. Unlike their drunken counterparts, weed smokers have stated they don’t get hangovers, so stoners prefer a smoke to a drink.
Boring gal that I am, I’ve never tried it or had the desire, and my appetite is big enough without cannibis assistance. I can barely stand the smell, so smoking it isn’t even in the realm of possibility for me.
But if a couple of puffs of the medicinal doob can alleviate stress and offer a much-needed break from reality, I say hide the joint and keep walking.