Hash Bash, 1977
It would be many more years before Ann Arbor and then the state legalized "medical" marijuana. Bo was on that bandwagon, though, long before he knew there was one. He suffered with ulcers and migraines that began when he was in his early teens and told me, as he lit up a fat joint, that marijuana helped with the pain in his gut and took the edge off the migraine.
Bo was lucky; he was arrested a lot for pot possession, but never served any prison time. Today, as an ovarian cancer survivor with lots of other things wrong with me, I am more than a wee bit interested. I still haven't tried it, but, with twenty-twenty hindsight, if I'd had the opportunity back when I was suffering the agony of chemotherapy, I might have partaken.
I am not quite ready to support decriminalization. I worry about the effect on the immature brains of the teenagers who will be able to get their hands on it more easily than they can now. It may not be addictive, but I do tend to be on the side that believes that for some it can lead to bigger problems.
I may be wrong about that, but one thing I am not wrong on is the danger of driving stoned, especially as an inexperienced driver. Bo died that way, while he was still in his early twenties.