Don’t Bogart that joint my friend, pass it on over to me. That song was very popular when I was young and it was an accurate statement about my life. Unlike President Clinton, I did inhale and quite often. Smoking a joint was part of my daily life. I write about this today because I heard a discussion on the radio that officials are finally realize it may be smarter to offer treatment rather prison for non-violent drug offenders. Well halleluiah and praise God.

Funny, I learned to smoke pot in Catholic School. That is why I brought up God. I went to all-boys Catholic High School in North Jersey with about 800 students from 1971 to 1975. I learned how to drink there too. I learned all my vices from school. College opened up even more to me but let’s focus on the pot, reefers, smoke, ganja or weed.