Hempstead

You can walk around Manhattan or the rest of New York, and you might get a whiff of pot, or see someone every so often smoking a joint. Hempstead is not like that. It's in the name hemp, and totally blatant. Clearly no one is afraid of being arrested, or they just don't care. Every morning. I mean every morning I run across someone getting high, or the tell tale pile of tobacco signifying that a blunt was rolled there, and the little plastic baggies that most likely held weed at some point. Whatever it takes to get you through the day is all right with me for the most part. If you really need to be smoking a joint on the way to the ATM, or the grocery store, or spend the whole day high. Been there, done that. I was in my apartment at the time but I'm sympathetic. I'm just stunned when I see people out on the street blazing while the cops just roll by.