A friend in witness protection confides that no one ever offered her pot. Like it’s a life failing. “Nobody in high school, nobody in college,’’ she says. “I’m not disappointed, but I am well and truly a dork.” I’m not sure what to say to my friend in witness protection. I’ve never thought of not being offered pot as a character flaw or sign of dorkiness. Quite the contrary. (My 91- and 92-year old parents, who likely are reading this, would agree.) “I guess people back then didn’t offer you pot because they sensed your intelligence, drive and seriousness of […]
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