The Washington Post has provided an answer to the question that many of us have been asking for some time: what in the heck are they smoking?
Arash Shirazi is a pretty cosmopolitan guy. A music agent and filmmaker, he hangs out with creative types and bohemians. He’s lived in L.A., and spent time in cities such as, yes, Amsterdam, so it’s fair to say that he’s not particularly prudish in his social life.
And yet. . . leaving a Washington parking lot recently, he took pause when a distinctively skunky scent passed under his nostrils.
Of course he’d smelled marijuana before. But this was a weekday afternoon — in Georgetown!
“I was surprised,†he explained. “Georgetown’s a bit more buttoned-up.â€
Well, that’s what they used to say about Washington in general. But now, more than two years after the District legalized marijuana possession, it seems that everywhere you go in the nation’s capital, you catch a whiff of weed. And it’s often in the places where you least expect it.
On H Street downtown, as you wind your way between officeworkers rushing back from lunch.
At 10th and E, in the shadow of the FBI headquarters.
It’s everywhere and all of the time.
Sounds like a credible explanation to me. It would be a shame if they were behaving the way they are straight and sober.
Lets not forget the synergistic effects of long term use of nootropics (adderall, modafinil, ginseng, etc), REM sleep deprivation, etc. A Howard Beale freak out seems more and more likely.
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