Perhaps it’s different for others, but from my personal experience, driving home after a couple of tokes at a friend’s house some 35 years ago was a slow-motion experience. I found myself stopping for stop signs in the middle of the block, and deciding to move forward after much deliberation of the pros and coms with myself.
And I know it was slow-motion because it took me 20 minutes to make the 5 minute drive—there’s almost no place in Gainesville, Florida (Go Gators!), that’s more than 5 minutes away from any place else. (Of course, I haven’t been back in 35 years.)
When I taught speech to police and sheriff officers in Columbia, Tennessee, they would often joke about the local “hippies” who were blocking traffic on local roads with their road scorching speeds of 25 miles per hour.
When people show you a picture of a smashed-up car and speak of the dangers of driving under the influence of weed, look askance. That car could well have been hit by an alcoholic-influenced driver—which trumps a marijuana-influenced driver.
Cui Bono--Follow the money, Dear, Gentle Reader(s), it will tell you who will benefit with the continued “drug wars.”
Trust, but verify.
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