First Marijuana Death?

So a few weeks ago my friend and I passed some scrawny, shady, hitch-hiking son of a bitch on Main St. To say the least, this fellow looked like a sleazy kid. Neither of us knew him but he just looked like scum bag. The thing was, he wasn’t big at all, nor was he what I would consider a thug. If anything he was kinda hickish.

Anyway it crossed my mind at one moment that maybe I should pick him up. You know for shits and giggles.  But as soon as I suggested that my friend immediately reminded me of the fact that my bong was in the back seat which is right next to where this character would be sitting. While he didn’t look a kid that would pull a knife on us and try to take our money, he definitely seemed like the kind of kid that might grab it when he got out and run off. Now the immediate thing any reasonable dude would say after this  is obviously, “Well then we would just go find this scrub and kick his ass.” (After all this kid was about half our size.)

The thing is my friend and I both agreed was that this is not the kind of kid that we would want to fight. Yeah either of us could probably take by ourselves, but the thing was this is definitely the kind of kid that carries a knife. Although he wasn’t a kid that would try robbing us with a knife he just struck us as a kid that would definitely have a knife on him. And as everyone knows a knife fight without a knife is like bringing a knife to a gunfight. You just have no chance,

So now imagine…Say he did kill one of us. Would they (meaning the government and health officials) consider this the first marijuana death? Gotta wonder…


And speaking of bringing a knife to a gun fight...