I pulled into the LOB for parking. It was cold and uninviting. Concrete and steel make up the cold gray that smothered out the day’s sunshine. I’d been here before too many times. Conversations, testimony, and rallies oh my! Battles both won and lost for both good and evil are fought here. I hate it here… It hates me back, the coffee ☕️ is terrible in the cafeteria.
I find a spot close to the door and park. Despite the knowledge I have of this infernal nightmare, I decided to endure this task. I stepped out of my car with a coffee, gritted teeth, and determination, along with a doober I was ready to go. I took a deep breath, someone had an oil leak.
The hard gray of the concrete and steel smothered my view of the outdoors. I pressed my hands against the steel metal doors and pushed them wide open. It was chilly but I was hit with a wonderful ray of sunshine and the world opened up like the scene in the Wizard of Oz when everything went from black and white into Technicolor.
It was 4/20 and everyone was out at the Capital celebrating their favorite plant and protesting HB5329. HB5329 puts major restrictions on cannabis gatherings and the gifting of cannabis. So everyone is gathering just to give out gifts and trade with their friends.
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“Damn… I smell weed.“ I thought to myself.
I was parked at the LOB which was a block away from the front of the capital. That’s where everybody was. I could smell them from there and it brought a mischievous smile to my face. It was time to move out.
After a hop, skip, and a jump I was there on the scene. The front lawn of the Connecticut state capital on 4/20 and it was in full bloom. People with petitions 📝 against HB5329, megaphones 📢 yelling to end the madness, kites 🪁, tables with snacks 🍎 🍌, and folks handing out doobies, nugs, and an array of edibles. I have a problem; I can’t turn down the brownies.
Multiple media outlets arrived to get pictures, footage, and commentary from attendees. Unfortunately all of these outlets neglected to air any of the important issues as to why people were there. Things like taking away social gifting, mold issues, ridiculous lottery systems, and MSO that bring perversion to the social equity landscape. But hey, let’s talk about smoking ganja. I swear, I can’t make this stuff up. 🤦🏼♂️ The media has truly lost its way…
“Was this some evil ploy?”
Nope. Dabbin-Dad was setting up and put out a table and started handing them out. Represent! I melted their wax and they melted my face off… It might still be there. If anyone finds it, I’d gladly give you cookie dough so you can make some gorilla biscuits.
The #GiftGang was there of course in full stride. Handing out joints and nugs to those who passed by and/or wanted to get involved. They gave until it hurt, and then did it some more.
By the end of the day the streets had been covered in chalk messages left for representatives to walk over and read. The air was still full of herbal magic but the #GiftGang had run out of parting gifts. That didn’t stop this crowd. The puffs continued into the early evening and everyone was happy to be there.
After calling it a wrap and helping everyone load up and roll out, i decided to take a ride out of the way. Down to Hamden I went to park it at one of my favorite watering holes, The Cellar on Treadwell. Post 4/20 party, or something… Always a favorite. Best tater tots on this side of the galaxy. Sometimes you want to go where everyone knows your name and they’re always glad you came. Try the Hennessy neat and blow a doober on the patio.