The Trailing Edge

It is odd how marijuana became legal: People voted on it. As far as I know, it's the only drug that is treated this way. Normally, it's the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) here in the U.S. that figures these things out. Doctors and researchers run tests, and the FDA reviews the results and decides, Yea or Nay . But for marijuana, the people voted to make it legal. What do we, the voters, know about medicine? We hold opinions that have no basis in medicine. Those who smoke marijuana and feel good using it want to legalize. Others see marijuana as a gateway drug - if you smoke marijuana, you will end using heroin/cocaine. This is so emotional and not based on any health research. We are in this odd voting dilemma because of weak-willed politicians. Politicians are seeking votes and will pander to voters. I give you what you want, legal marijuana, right or wrong, and you will vote for me. It's the worst side of politicians. Then pop culture presents marijuana as a fun ...

                  Jimmy watched her leave her garden apartment. Her name was Carmella Consuelo. Jimmy confirmed her name by checking her mail box. Her mother must have been a poet to pick a name for her that flowed off the tongue so beautifully.  Carmella was beautiful too, really nice to look at, dressing as she did in pencil skirts, showing off her fine figure and her alluring walk, like a gentle sway in a breeze. He had been following her about New York City for three days now working out a time to get at her. She went to upscale stores and fine restaurants.  Every day she went to her bank. She did not go to an office nor any place one could call her work place. This time, Jimmy watched her leave her apartment without following her. He had seen what he need to know of her. It was time for his next move. Jimmy picked the lock to her apartment.  It was easy. He chuckled, Carmella should complain to the building mana...