Call me old-fashioned, but I trusted Nancy Reagan when she urged me to Just Say No. I listened when McGruff the Crime Dog insisted that “users are losers.” And when my younger sister arrived home one night back in high school smelling of the devil’s lettuce, I did what any self-respecting graduate of the DARE program would do: I told my mom.
So when my boss approached me to ask if I’d be willing to go out on Thursday – the day marijuana officially became legal in Massachusetts – and attempt to buy some, it’s safe to say I was caught off guard.
Apparently she thought if I could get it, anyone could.
Immediately, a million questions rushed through my head: Where exactly does one buy drugs? How much do drugs cost? And: Did I need a gun?
Aside from the moral implications, this would be no easy task. Though it is now legal to buy and possess limited quantities of marijuana, it is still illegal to sell it. Which meant that anything I acquired would be part of a black-market transaction.
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