Quarter past midnight. Central Wellington. Cosmic Corner is OPEN.
“Do you have any synthetic cannabinoids?”
“That haven’t been banned yet?”
“Yes. We have …”
Puff is “mellow.”
K2 is “stronger, lasts longer.” Of the two, I’m told K2 is the most popular.
“It’s $30. Two grams.”
“I’ll buy it. Thank you.”
Yes, I know. If I had any sense, I’d smoke cannabis. Not some novel compound with no history of human use sprayed on some unidentified plant material.
If Peter Dunne had any sense—or even an iota of compassion—he’d legalise cannabis. As a recreational drug user, I have choices. Medicinal cannabis users do not. I’m sick of Dunne, and I’m sick of his gang of thugs who are now actively persecuting members of the medicinal cannabis support group Green Cross, including Billy McKee and Stephen McIntyre (recently deceased).
Just go the hell away, Peter Dunne. Now. And don’t fucking come back.
[Cross-posted to SOLO.]