I'm beginning to wonder where I live. California? No. I was born and raised there. I used to live there. But I moved from there 25 years ago. I live in Washington state now. But it kind of feels so . . . oh, I don't know . . . I can't really think right now.
Marijuana is legal in our state now. It was on the ballot last November. I didn't vote for it, but the majority did. I believe they got that one wrong, but whatever. I am not going to picket, storm the state capitol building and handcuff myself to the stairs. No, not about that. I'll wait for something bigger before I decide to do that. However . . .
I went to the movies on Friday. The Hobbit. Great movie. Can't wait for 2 and 3. But I kept smelling something. Something familiar. I grew up in the 60s and 70s. (No, I never smoked it, but I did go to concerts.) I placed the smell quickly. People are not allowed to smoke in the theater. Nobody ever smokes cigarettes, at least not in any theater I've been in. But somebody was smoking, and it wasn't cigarettes. You know, I'll sneak in candy to the theater, and even a water bottle or some pop. But to sneak in a joint, and to actually SMOKE it is just plain wrong. Not to mention against the rules. Plus, the movie theater is my sanctuary. At least it used to be.
Needless to say, I left the theater (after the movie) with a headache. Plus, I was hungry. Very hungry. And I left wondering . . . what is next?
I think I'm going to keep those handcuffs handy in just in case I need to take a trip to Olympia.