Toronto, Ontario
Drugs N Stuff
They lingered on my mind, the people we met at the airport in Varadero, as Yadu Swami, Prana and I sat waiting at Gate 3. There were quite a few of them, mostly Canadians, nonchalantly walking toward us, curious as to who we were. One of them, a guy of forty-six (looking like thirty) couldn't hold back his inquisitiveness.
"So you guys are...?"
I explained our identity and some of our values— liquor and drugs are taboo for us.
"Oh, I don't do any of those things," he said, which probably explains his youthfulness. "I had a friend who drowned because he was on drugs at fourteen. Then another friend, drunk on booze, hit a rock-face. His car blew up in flames. Only his hands were left on the steering wheel. These two instances discouraged me from taking toxics."
I asked him what he does.
"I grow whee..."
I said I couldn't get the last word. "Wheat?"
"No, weed!"
"Can you explain?"
"I grow marijuana for the government—for medicinal purposes."
Then he got me thinking, If I ever do one of those big walks again—if I can build up my old knees—perhaps I could walk with a cause like Anti-Booze and Drugs. It would be a secular approach, of course, in terms of raising awareness. Anyway, just a thought.
Once I returned back to Toronto, my godbrother, Gaura, sang a meaningful song from ‘Canned Heat’.
May the Source be with you!
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