It feels the same.
Whether rain’s pouring heavy or the sun’s blazing up above. It feels just like that first time.
In my bell—a creeping sensation of uncertainty. Can’t make up my mind on whether to love it or hate it. It’s been there for four years now, and it doesn’t seem like it will ever go away.
Questions linger… will they care? will it make a difference?
Answer never changes: “let’s find out”.
Hi. Name’s Mathias Krell—nice to finally meet you, in a way.
I’m a 25-year-old dude from Uruguay, a tiny country in South America. You might’ve heard of it. No, it’s not Argentina. Luis Suarez? Edinson Cavani? José “El Pepe” Mujica… ring any bells?
If the former does, then chances are you know he’s the president who made Uruguay the first country to legalize marijuana back in 2013. Gotta give it to Mujica—the guy really brought people together from every echelon of society.
He gave Uruguayans another green herb to bond over—one that isn’t “yerba mate”.
Now, hidden in every corner, a not-so-discrete nation of stoners floats through the streets of Montevideo—never without their Clippers, doob tubes, and spare “Nabor” eye drops, just in case.
Me? One of them? You’ve got to be crazy! I was only 14 by the time this happened—a well-behaved momma’s boy who wouldn’t dare go near that reefer… that devil’s lettuce.
Imagine an alternate universe where one legislation would shape my future by facilitating a toxic relationship between me and the bud—sounds so surreal.
Except… we’re living in it.
A Coming-of-Age Up in Smoke
Is this a cannabis coming-of-age story? This is a cannabis coming-of-age story.
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Author: Mathias Krell Levy / High Times
