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The Washington Square Park (or Other NYC Park) Weed Dealer
It used to make me feel, as a pre-teen, so grown up when some totally sketchy guy would come up to me and my friends and say "smoke, smoke" under his breath. I was so excited that someone thought I was cool enough to do drugs. Now as an adult I know that doing drugs is never, ever cool. But back then? All I wanted was to be cool. How will kids know if they're cool now? It seems like a scary time to be growing up. Sure, most of what was offered to me was probably oregano. And I never bought any because I wasn't that much of an idiot, even back then, but it was nice to know those guys were there. Those were the days, I guess. But they're long gone now. And we're in a brave new world without pay phones or parking meters or Washington Square Park weed dealers. I'm not worried though. I think we're all going to be ok.
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