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Yesterday while surfing I found a link to It’s just a plant, a book for children introducing marijuana. No, not for kids to smoke, as the book explains it’s for grownups.

And here I could get into the legalization of pot (which I don’t use and never have), and compare that to a bunch of drugs that are currently legal and maybe we could have an intellectual discussion about it, but mostly?

Mostly I wanted my mom to read this and leave a comment telling the story of the Persian Fern.

And then we could giggle over the WTF-ness of the book itself. Trippy man. Now my head hurts and I’m hungry.

EDIT: my mom sends in the following -

Years ago I worked with a woman whose 20 something son would not leave home. She didn’t mind as he was the last child to leave the nest and her husband had died 5 years earlier. Most of us were her son’s age, holding down full time jobs, raising husbands and children.

Not being game fully employed, her son helped around the house, or so she said. She gave him a weekly allowance, to buy cigarette and beer. Brian, higher than a kite, would drop by the office two or three times a week to get a couple of bucks. Proud Momma just thought he was a happy boy. We recognized Brian for what he was; a lazy pot head that still lived at home with mommy.

Apparently his greatest talent was his “green” thumb. She would go on and on about her Brian’s gardening ability. As there was a never ending supply of Brian stories we usually closed our ears.

However one day we all listened in, as proud momma described Brian’s newest plant. It was so exotic he had to grow it in his closet, under special lights. He even had to get the seeds from a friend but they only cost a nickel a bag. She knew because she had overheard Brian speaking with his friend, ordering a nickel bag.

She wasn’t to tell anyone because apparently as soon as they heard Brian was growing a lovely Persian Fern, everyone would want seeds too.

Each coffee break we would beg to hear how Brian’s Persian fern was thriving. Sadly one day the stories were no more, something had struck the poor plants, even though they looked so big and healthy.

All was not lost, as Brian was drying out the leaves to see if he could save some of the seeds. Proud momma wasn’t so sure it was worth all the extra time… after all the seeds only sold for a “nickel” a bag.

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