Hey Dad! Can Smelling Marijuana Hurt You?

This past Saturday, July 26th, Mom, Dad, Mikey, Nicole, Grandma, Poppy, and I took a very long bike ride to Venice Beach. The trip was good until Pop got a flat tire on his bike. It took about 20 minutes for Dad to fix the flat. As Dad was changing the inner tube, his hand pump broke (he said he wasn’t surprised because he bought the cheapest pump at Wal-Mart). Finally, we got the tire squared away and off we went.

We rode for a while and then we all (except for Dad) started to get hungry… especially Pop. He fell way behind the group. I stuck with him to make sure that he would be o.k. All the while, Pop kept saying he wanted a Diet Coke. Dad basically “force biked” us to Venice Beach where we all got to eat and rest.

At the restaurant where we stopped, there was a sign in the window that said the FDA had given the restaurant an “A” for cleanliness. Pop said that FDA stood for “Friends, Drunks, and Addicts. I found out that he was right when we started to walk through Venice Beach.

The people there were crazy! There was a lady who was standing in front of a shop saying, “Medical marijuana on the second floor. The doctor is in the house!” As we walked further there was a guy wearing gold clothing and whose skin was also painted gold. He would stand completely still until someone dropped some money in the bucket that was in front of him. The moment the cash hit the bucket, the guy would go nuts.

As we walked further we came across a man in a wheelchair who had a sign that said, “give marijuana to the poor.” He was actually smoking marijuana right in the middle of everyone. It smelled terrible. But what was really amazing was that there were police everywhere and they didn’t do a thing.

Venice Beach is also where Muscle Beach is located. I thought that it would be a huge place, but it wasn’t it was like a small gym only it was outside. Of course, the people working out were huge. Thank goodness Dad didn’t try to go and work out… it would not have been pretty.

After a while, we started the long ride back to the R.V. This time, both Pop and Grandma couldn’t keep up. They kept stopping and Dad was getting annoyed. Finally, Dad made Pop get on the back of the tandem bike that he had rented and we got back to the R.V. a lot faster.

Once we were back to the R.V. all Grandma and Pop wanted to do was sleep.

It was a good trip.

By John.