City cops wouldn’t have bothered you, possibly write you a $5 possession ticket. Just needed to stay off the Diag, State cops arrested people for possession.
I wasn’t a Weeds person until the late 90’s. But Sergio (the bartender) has stories.
Before I met him, I visited New Orleans. Sergio gave me John’s number an told me to call him so I would have a place to stay. I kinda felt weird about it and passed.
I finally met him while he was visiting Chicago. When I was introduced, the first thing he told me was how disappointed he was that I didn’t call.
I got to meet John at a reading/book signing the same semester I wrote a paper about the Rainbow People’s Party. He signed my copy of Guitar Army “For Academic Purposes Only!” and invited me to smoke a joint with him outside of Shaman Drum. Heck of a nice guy.
When I was a child, I loved his children’s books. As I grew up I discovered His other side, the political cartoonist, his struggle during the last military dictatorship and his role in the country’s culture.
Once again, a woman with accomplishments of her own is initially described in relation to her husband and children when she dies. How many obituary writers/editors have to die before this shit stops? Asking for a lot of women who really hate this lazy practice…