POT

When I was about 15, I took a penny, and threw it into a basket. It may have been a few. Maybe a week later, I tried the same thing. A week later, I tried the same thing. Perhaps. I amassed 2,000 pennies by the time I was 30. 2,000 pennies. Collected in 100 group pairs in 20 bags. 2,000 pennies making $20, in 20 zip-loc bags from the time I was 15, to time I was 30, amassing/collecting up for 15 years.

Pot is ILLEGAL Right? My mom wouldn't let me go out and buy pot, not if it was Illegal. If it was legal, that would be a different story, but it's not; it's illegal. So whatever I did, I had to keep it a secret from my mom or my parents or any authorities; it was a secret! Therefore, I couldn't ask her for a loan of $20 for pot, in the same way that I could ask her for a $20 loan for food or a dinner or some tools or some other medicine. Therefore, I couldn't ask for a $20 loan.

I needed $20, though, because I needed some pot. I've always needed some pot. I've always needed some medicine. The medicine is there for me, and I need it. I don't see why anyone would tell me that it was a bad thing, or I didn't need it, when I need my medicine like anyone else, and it is just medicine, after all. I called Jurg up on the phone, and asked him if he could get some pot for me, 'cause I needed some. He said he could do that for me. I told him that I would meet him by the corner of Montgomery Crossroads and White Bluff. I carried all 2,000 of my pennies to Montgomery Crossroads and White Bluff, walking about five miles through Savannah to get there.

When I saw Jurg, he said that no drug dealer was going to want to collect 20 bags of pennies/they would just have to be converted into a $20 bill. I didn't argue the point, although I definitely should have; any drug dealer should be much more happy to receive 20 bags of 2000 pennies than he would have been to receive one flat, boring piece of paper with the words '$20' posted on it. Anyway, we decided to walk to Kroger to exchange the 2,000 pennies for a fresh $20 bill. I discovered the problem was for every $1 I payed out, I also had to pay, say, 6¢ for that Dollar. So, by the end, I had less than $19 to give to Jurg to buy the pot that I needed. They should just legalize it. $19 got rounded down to $15 for the purchase, to make a round, even number. So I bought $15 worth of pot when I started out the day w/ 2,000 pennies, and $20 worth of pennies that were worth hundreds of dollars worth to me, because of their nostalgic & sentimental value, which I had been collecting for years, several Pounds worth of Pennies, from dates such as 1949, 1937, 2001, 1950, had been sitting in my bedroom, collecting for 15 years. Why did I give them away? Because I needed some pot.

When we got to the drug dealer, he was just a boy who was walking along the street; he didn't plan on meeting Jurg and Jurg didn't plan on meeting him; he was no one who Jurg even met before, maybe; Jurg just hailed him down, said, hey, bro, can you gain me some weed, I need some weed, can you get me some? and the brother said: 'sure, man, sure, sure, sure, sure, sure: I'll getch'yoo some Weed in just one second, Just one second.' And so Jurg and I waited for 5 minutes, and he came back. He handed to the weed to jurg, not a comment or a glance to me, and jurg handed it to me as soon as he walked off. (I had handed Jerk the $15 before we even got To the random boy on the street who would be my drug-dealer.) What I got was just a tiny wad a weed, nasty, dry, weed, barely a fistful, without unctuous-ness, or flavor, or sweetness. Certainly not worth $15, even if they were made out of paper. Certainly not worth even 10 of my choicest pennies, let alone 2,000 of them, or 1,800 of them, or whatever it is I ended up contributing for them.

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At this point, I started to walk back home, and say good-bye to jurg, but as I did, jurg asked to take a look @ my weed, to smell it, inspect it to come to some conclusions about it. He took it in both of his hands, and tore/ripped off a shred of it, saying, 'O This is for myself, I need a sample. I did all this WORK for you, I need a sample.' Dude did wrong. He is an evil man. He likes to kick ya when you're down. The way of Heaven-And-Earth is to: Take away from That which Has Too much, and give to WHO DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH; The way of Most Men like Jurg, is to Take Away from Those Who Do not HAVE ENOUGH, & Give to Those who Have too much! As I walked away, he sneered, 'it's a good thing you didn't get ROBBED!'

If pot were just Legal, this wouldn't be a problem. If they would just Legalize it, this wouldn't be a problem. It's about time we made things Simple again, without the dumbass, stupid system we have implanted in our government, right now to this day; it's time we changed it, took our system back, and forget these dumb guys who say we need to forbid it and outlaw it, and fuck them. No one needs to have it restricted or be punished for it

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