Pot-Smoking Teens and a Skirmish Not Worth Fighting in the War on Drugs

The last time I smoked pot was in 1989. I had been in prison a few years then, and even though I preferred drinking “buck,” marijuana was a lot easier to get. Buck is what we called homemade wine, and it was a pain to make. We had to assemble all of the ingredients, find a place to hide it, and then transport it to the dormitory to drink. We got caught more often than not, and all of our work would go down the drain, literally.