D.C. to Legalize Medical Pot For Capitol City Rife With Stoners
May 4, 2010
(ChattahBox)— Who knew that our nation’s capitol was a hotbed for stoners? Apparently it is, according to a recent federal federal survey and the Washington Post. So, it should come as good news to the D.C. tokers from all walks of life, from college kids to button-down lobbyists, that the D.C. Council plans to take its final vote on a measure to legalize small amounts of marijuana for medical use.
If the measure passes as expected, the D.C. political elite, will no longer have to lurk in dark alleyways or listen to subtle references to old stoner flicks to snag a bag of weed for their next cocktail party. They can now claim a chronic condition and buy it from a medical marijuana dispensary like decent folk.
The bill to legalize two ounces of marijuana per month for certain medical conditions, was already approved by two committees.
The Washington Post’s profile on the widespread use of marijuana, notes that D.C. 20-somethings smoke pot at the highest rate in the country, according to a 2007 survey by the U.S. Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration.
And the Post piece paints a picture of the commonplace occurrence of upper level D.C. professionals sharing a joint, as readily as a martini:
“It’s absolutely pervasive and accepted,” said a 44-year-old sales manager who lives with his wife and three children in the city’s Chevy Chase section. He estimates he spends $3,000 a year on pot. After a recent pickup hockey game, he found himself sharing a joint with a beer distributor and the vice president of a technology company. Everywhere you go, you meet someone who gets high or, if they don’t, knows someone who does,” he said.”
But these social-climbing stoners don’t want to risk getting arrested by buying their marijuana off the street, so they are always on the lockout for signal from other well-off stoners in their social circles, according to the Post:
“But a businessman in his mid-40s who is married with children and lives in Northwest is too cautious to buy on the street. At parties, he tries to figure out who smokes and who might help him buy pot. If someone mentions, say, the pot-happy film “Fast Times at Ridgemont High,” his ears perk up. “You listen for the cultural references,” he said.”
Haha: Fast Times at Ridgemont High?