Alas, Marv Nicholson declined to take me out in his white Civic to hunt down some of the weed that dealers are reputedly now selling near schools in DC. But, being the stalwart guy that he is, he promised to persuade the operator of a food truck near the White House to keep a supply of this essential item for White House staff, Secret Service personnel and other assorted rogues.
I dispatched Marv with a fat roll of notes to stock up for me. Soon afterwards there was a loud explosion and the Secret Service locked down the White House. Apparently the truck operator had allowed his gas stove to extinguish itself during the transaction with Marv and the build-up of propane had caused a minor explosion. Oh well, nothing ventured, no ganja gained. I have been able to replenish my stock of weed in the secret compartment of the Resolute desk in which Teddy Roosevelt was reputed to keep the big stick which he carried while speaking softly.
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