I was beaten up in the lobby of the building where I live by patrons coming out of the Palomar restaurant on 28 Apr 2012 about 7:30pm. I did not go to the hospital or file charges because the police told me, in the presence of the mayor, that I could not have my medicine (marijuana) there or at the hospital.
Well, my teeth are fixed, I know what I have and I don’t have, my life is all sorted out, my past neatly filed and packed away, so I suppose, as much as I dread it, it’s time to get back to writing one scathing diatribe after another on the leadership of the marijuana movement and where they’re taking it.
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