I still recall Dr. Hook’s The Cover of the “Rolling Stone,” my generation’s lament over what it takes to get noticed around these parts. What lyrics might have been spawned had BuzzFeed, The Daily Kos, and YouTube then been available?
Sean Azzariti, cannabis activist, twice-deployed Marine with PTSD, got his notice as he made his purchase of Colorado’s finest Bubba Kush yesterday, before God and all news outlets, as the cries of hurrah and humbug began wafting their way around the globe.
If only I could decide which way to waft.
Intoxicants are dangerous. There are successful PTSD treatments.
Yet the existence of treatments does not entail their availability. Sadly, even the available is sometimes the incompetent.
“Bird’s ready to land, green light’s on,” the soldier tells me. “You see it in each other’s eyes, no need to talk, the fear, Death. I still see them, those eyes.”
No hymn to weed here. But I see those eyes, too, of the so-called living.
So many eyes. So much to be done.