The marijuana advertising industry is ramping up here in California. Already billboards are popping up proclaiming the wonderfulness of their product. On the busy Eastshore 80 Corridor, a massive electronic billboard displays blurry pink eyes and a big smile. The subtitle says, “Be Happy!” Is that really being happy?
I spoke to Matt yesterday, he told me he had bought a sleeping bag with the money his mom’s been sending him and now he’s living behind a debris box and next to a dumpster. I told him to make it to a homeless shelter but I got the usual excuses why he wasn’t going to do it. I begged with him, “Matt do you want to be sleeping next to a debris box? Come on man!” He told me how they chase him with sticks.
Marijuana has sent him into a world of paranoia thinking. Prior to him being hospitalized the last time, he kept telling me how he didn’t need psychotropic meds, marijuana was his only medicine. I don’t know about you but somehow living behind a dumpster isn’t my idea of being happy… This too will pass