Working out society’s relationship with marijuana: Doug McIntyre

I was at the gym last week, or more accurately, I was at the gym parking lot because it’s cheaper than the actual gym. So, I’m out there swinging big heavy metal orbs and trying to shove my elbows over the band of bacon grease and glazed donuts that has somehow lodged itself around my mid-section when a sweaty young man in a designer workout ensemble pops out the side door and nods in my direction before firing up the joint he withdrew from his side pocket. He took a couple of tokes,