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420 in the City: Totally stoned and extraordinarily miserable - By Mark Morford
In clusters and clumps they came, loose, sloppy gaggles and assorted frayed knots of late teens and 20-somethings, all stumbling, lurching, plodding down the various SF streets leading away from Golden Gate Park on the fine, hazy pseudo-holiday known as 420 (AKA April 20, AKA the Day of Pot, AKA the day to get really extra stoned, because legal! Sort of! Or whatever!)
They were, as you might imagine, impossible to miss, and not just because of the smell. I was making my way down a mile-long stretch of the Divisadero corridor in the late afternoon, having a fine, eye-rolling time navigating around the hopeless, tottering gangs of baked flesh as they streamed (and drove, and skateboarded, and biked) out of Golden Gate Park by the thousands after a day of, well, not much at all, really. Just apparently getting really, I mean totally pulverized by pot.
This is how it seemed, anyway. And it’s moments like this you realize 420 is really much more charming in concept, from afar, as a fun news item and cultural spectacle than actual enjoyable mass activity you ever want to join.
Have you read? Pot is, of course, exploding, both as anthropological artifact and exhilarating business frontier. There’s something like 60 new pot-based startups this year alone. There’s a massive surge of interest in medicinal cannabis oil. There’s grower collectives, authorization providers, dozens of cottage industries springing up hither and yon.
They were, as you might imagine, impossible to miss, and not just because of the smell. I was making my way down a mile-long stretch of the Divisadero corridor in the late afternoon, having a fine, eye-rolling time navigating around the hopeless, tottering gangs of baked flesh as they streamed (and drove, and skateboarded, and biked) out of Golden Gate Park by the thousands after a day of, well, not much at all, really. Just apparently getting really, I mean totally pulverized by pot.
This is how it seemed, anyway. And it’s moments like this you realize 420 is really much more charming in concept, from afar, as a fun news item and cultural spectacle than actual enjoyable mass activity you ever want to join.
Have you read? Pot is, of course, exploding, both as anthropological artifact and exhilarating business frontier. There’s something like 60 new pot-based startups this year alone. There’s a massive surge of interest in medicinal cannabis oil. There’s grower collectives, authorization providers, dozens of cottage industries springing up hither and yon.
http://blog.sfgate.com/morford/2015/04/21/totally-stoned-and-extraordinarily-miserable/
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