I've come to a conclusion about impact zones:
Essentially, they exist to discourage profligate weed-selling and the collateral crimes that accompany weed-selling.
But first, I have to make commentary about weed selling before going forward. My own experiences are by no means scientific, but, they are painfully anecdotal, and unfortunately consistent. This is my assessment of the situation:
We need the weed sellers to sell weed. We need them to continue to sell their product. You see, the weed sellers amongst us are the dudes and dudettes who sat (and sit) in the back of the classroom in high school (if they made it that far)and, for whatever the reason (dyslexia?) they can/could not FOCUS on anything. So, they sell a guaranteed product that's bound to make a few bucks... One more thing about weed sellers: The ones I have met are either congenital/acculturated potential/accomplished SOCIOPATHS.
And this brings me to my need to express that we need NOT legalize marijoowanna, for if we did, these mothafukkas would be selling crystal meth, or some other gawd-awful drug that would make crackheads out of the upcoming generation. Can you imagine the horror of being able to get a pack of spliff at your local Duane Reade? What would the back of the class dude or dudette do? They would sell SOMETHING ELSE, and thus the problem...
Some INNOCEENT dude got his chest punctured a few times really close to home (literally) and it was a discourse between the Back-of-the-Classians that did the discussion, and the killing. It is eternally upsetting to walk by the death scene... I propose a pact between the Back-Of-The-Classians, and those of us who gravitated to the middle and the front. Tell them to open up a store on The Avenue, and to ensure that the product is sold there to exclusive clientele. No more of this wholesale to retail relation-shizer. Let us go into business man. Let's sell really good, clean product, you know? NO more of this weed sold from behind a tire, where the tire meets the oft-spat upon curb of the street. Who smokes that shit anyway?
I have NEVER seen herb sold from ANYONE in this neighborhood that I feel confident buying and sending to my brain. What pisses me off more than the violence associated with smoking herb is the unsanitary and unsavory nature of those doing the selling. I would never buy any of the stuff sold around here. It's WEED for fuck's sake!
It would be great to live in a world where the product had no demand, but that is not The Verse I live in, so, we need to deal with the entrepreneur and the Devil that he sells before we stanch him out and he sells something WORSE. WE all know the players here. Let's do dialogue with them, extract a tax and live in peace. Mark my words: PLEASE, mark them. They know who WE are; they know who I am, that's for sure.....Seriously.
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