The 1960s may have had its Summer of Love, but in certain neighborhoods in and around Los Angeles, this has been the Summer of Pot. Based on my observations and conversations with friends, the herb has been a-permeatin’.
I can’t recall all the times that I have smelled or seen open weed smoking lately. Venice Beach (where I took the photo) is probably Ground Zero — no surprise there. Last time I was on Venice Beach, I was in a shop that had a corner window facing South, and, through the window, the smell of chronic was mighty powerful. I also notice plenty of 420 in Santa Monica, such as at a recent concert on the Pier. A friend also tells me that the bud is sprouting a-mighty in West Hollywood.
The little I think I know of the situation is that Continue reading L.A.’s Summer of Pot