Whatever gets you there is fine by me. But this time it’s not about beer, vodka, gin or whiskey. Forget the bourbon and scotch, and don’t even think about cognac. We’re talking about the great green weed that started a revolution, and is celebrated by a generation who would meet in the parking lot after the last bell, marking the end of a school day. It’s 4:20.
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