Marijuana is the top cash crop in my native region. According to most studies, Tennessee ranks behind only California in that regard. Like moonshine a few generations ago, pot has been an economic godsend in a poor Appalachian state.
And here I am in the Rocky Mountain High state now. A sign from God?
Alcohol has always given me a bigger buzz than Mary Jane (the botanical--not human--version, that is. Snort).
But my MS has my legs so spastic these days than I'm thinking about taking up the old herb. It's indicated for that symptom. (Click the post title for a riveting description of medical spasticity. Has my blog jumped the shark when I start linking to such?)
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