UNCLE G’s ” MOON TRIP “
Uncle G’s Corner
Short Story: Moon Trip
The year is 2111. The month is November. High School anywhere U.S.A. Big assignment just given out. Read something nonfiction from the Twenty First Century. Pick a topic. Emphasis will be on interesting people, going through real life situations. Present different perspectives. No Robot-Clone stories! Live people from back then who indicated by actions or words that they cared about mankind on the whole. Do a report. Two thousand words minimum. Remember, this assignment counts for twenty percent of your grade.
Immediately this idea popped in her mind; Good Weed Prohibition Period. Circa; 2011. Focus on the United States. A period in time when adult citizens from all over the country, had to hide the fact that they smoked pot. Never able to admit daily usage of cannabis. Not with those around you that you didn’t know well, for fear of being targeted. That is unless one gets turned on by being raked over the coals by those who swore to protect and serve. Add the guards, lawyers and judges. A collection of totally obsessed do-gooders. Oh look, the walls of hell have cracked and out spew this. A nightmare no one in their right mind would ever want to have to participate in. A shame, many did.
Getting busted with cannabis meant paying large fines and fees. The belief back then was that by making you surrender your hard earned valuables whenever you did something wrong, that it would teach you a lesson somehow. We can assume this was meant as a deterrent. Frankly, the punishment affected different people, different ways.
For some it didn’t work at all. Others saw it as nothing more than a redistribution of cash. Going to those who didn’t care to even emphasis its importance to the folks they were taking it from. Pissed the majority of the general public off. Always has, for this isn’t anything new. Some forgot. There is always a breaking point. Good decent common everyday potheads, and those supporting them will only tolerate so much before the proverbial smoke starts hitting the fan. The more down the economic ladder the individual, sometimes the angrier they would get. The flip side being the financially rich and as usual they didn’t care. Lawyers’ fees were commonly mixed in with entertainment receipts. No one even noticed. Besides, who’s to say driving 120 mph in a 65 mph zone with an eight of weed in the glove box, isn’t entertaining?
The number one way of getting busted with pot back then, was routine traffic stops. PotHeads in this situation, just never really stood a chance. Not too many places to hide things in typical twenty first century vehicles. Damn things for a while kept getting smaller and smaller.
Worth mentioning, the ‘Bright’ car of the late twenty first century. Besides being a very compact automobile, it could serve as a coffin for it’s driver, and those foolish enough to be labeled as passenger. The vehicle would signal a device that alerted the vehicle’s brain that it was in a point ten crash. Once activated, decomposing would commence. On the average, about forty to fifty weeks till the process is fully complete. At least according to the vehicles manufacture.
Like I said, worth mentioning. So back to the point of current enlightenment, hiding stuff, wasn’t easy. It’s not like being in one’s home, or the great wide outdoors.
There is one location inside a car that was specifically designed to help store items. Yes, the aforementioned; glove box. For a while the younger folks were calling it their; Kardashian. You know, widest, free space available to insert things in. On the popular TV game show Family Feud, this would be the number one answer. Number two would be; under the seat.
It’s weird. Those on the average that consumed marijuana on a semi regular basic were more than likely, above average intelligence individuals then not. For it didn’t matter. Cops always found their stash, and once caught with the goods, potheads were commonly treated the same way as if they were holding cocaine. Under the drug umbrella, was weed. Never did make any real sense. Cannabis and an opioid like heroin are not equivalent. Two entirely different things no one ever in authority, or even associated with it for that fact, never seems to question much. So it is said. So it must be true.
Meanwhile, back at the home of Mary Jane…
“Mom, could I do my assignment while on Moon Trip?”
“What did I hear you just say? You know I was saving that Mary Jane”, Mom responded.
It was late at night. The two were ready for bed hanging out in their night time garments; tee-shirt and shorties.
In the kitchen was a table that seated six people. Usually, a family’s life events would be evaluated at a table, just like that one. Most American homes went back to this after a recurrence in popularity for the 1950’s and America pop culture. The dinner meal once again being the magnet, drawing the unit together.
Used for sitting together, or just eating a meal and reading ones tablet for today’s interests, located in the kitchen or dining room, the aforementioned, table. This one here was made of wood which was painted white, and had a ceramic tile top. Very old fashioned, but deemed a perfection in it’s simple style, and functionality. For this was where everyone in the family stopped for at least a few minutes, or hours everyday. Breakfast and lunch as a rule especially during school, was more pot luck. Nutrition was grabbed on the go, or at their destination. The table was routinely set for supper around Six PM of each night except Sunday when the tradition was to have a big lunch, which lasted pretty much all afternoon. Everything was discussed while having meals, injecting caffeine, or playing the popular board game; Guess Whose Dead. Widely liked, and for a good reason. With normal human longevity being 102 for the males, and 107 for the females, it kept getting harder keeping track. Many laughs came while playing the game, and by participating in the general conversation that accompanied, one was letting others know what was going on with them lately. Flip side also, as it was a good way of keeping up with everyone else.
“I’m 17 years old now Mom. I can go alone. They have plenty of security.” Drinking a glass of chocolate milk, she knew it was possible. Her grades this year were straight “A’s. For that fact, all through high school so far it’s been that way. No reported behavior problems. The little voice in Mary Jane’s head, acknowledged it loud and clear; not to be stuck up, but I do resemble what some would consider, the perfect adolescent. Behavior such as this should be rewarded with a Moon Trip. After all there is a commercial that says just this, and everyone knows laws specifically say that ads can’t fool the general public. Only a few, some of the time (made so to give people yet another valid reason for still thinking on their own).
None of her direct friends had gone on a Moon Trip before, but she knew people who knew people. Grownups that did and how they enjoyed themselves. More than one said moonbeams coming from the surface and bouncing off the Moon Trip spaceship made them horny. Others say it doesn’t, and that it’s just a story for the tourist. If so, gives another meaning to the popular souvenir tee-shirt; I Got OFF On Moon Trip.
“Why a Moon Trip”, Mom asked while Mary Jane while finishing up the dishes. Without pause, she replied;
“Just the peace and quiet Mom. School lately has been so loud. Plus, the sheer beauty of being in outer space. I’ve read so much about Moon Trip. How it can inspire. I’d still be able to concentrate on my assignment. Matter of fact Mom”, and then pausing in mid-sentence. Slow down she told herself. Heart rate was beginning to now speed up. Trying now as to not say something that would make her sound juvenile. Still, could not help but get more and more excited by the second. She went on to complete her sentence: “is twenty percent of my English grade Mom.”
Folding up the dish towel, Mary Jane’s Mom, whose first name is Lucy by the way, figured to herself; what the hell. She felt a smile appear on her face as these words came out in her true Mother tone:
“No longer then the three day trip. Do you understand Mary Jane? I’m going over all details with you beforehand, and reserve the right to cancel the trip. Do I make myself understood young lady?”
She sure did. Eyes could not be any wider. Smile could not be any broader. There she was, jumping up and down. All those single military guys she thought to herself.
Snapping back, Mary Jane was now focused on the present. Got to go and get packed. Time was wasting. “Yes Ma’am” answered Mary Jane, real nice and loud. She hugged her Mom, gave her a kiss on her cheek, and then ran upstairs to her bedroom.
The Federal Government in the year 2011, started cracking down on what many thought was legal distribution of cannabis, otherwise known as medical marijuana. Before this, a lot of money was spent by folks in the communities now believing it was cool coming out in the open. We’ll call this the grand illusion. Then things started falling apart. The people now involved felt lied to. Betrayed! People were pissed. They had every right to be. Admiration went to those who came out publicly proclaiming to the World that they used cannabis for medicinal purposes. Wanting their business, profiteers did the best they could conforming so to stay legal. Those in business risked their own cash, along with the money of their many investors. Then the rug was yanked under them. This was when medical marijuana really went to shit.
As a result it didn’t take long for NORML to release in a newsletter, a demand for across the board, legalization. One of many wake up calls going out by the bigger players, along that period. Same people still believed pot would help them with their ailments. They just also now believed that as long as one was of age, that citizens of this country didn’t need a reason as to why to consume marijuana, ailment or not.
Marijuana was a word people started to hear more often. In the news. Water cooler discussion. Stoner movies. Mentioned practically every day by the news media. It all happened gradually. Then it peaked. A tremendously stupid move by the Obama Administration thinking they knew what was better for the citizens, than the citizens themselves. With marijuana it was more parenting. Hinting of unspeakable terrors marijuana could bring with hardly any solid proof backing up the claims. Publicly saying they knew better. Keeping it illegal was our collective spanking. One day after the other. Regardless of the fact the common conscientious dictated cannabis was hardly a threat at all. Certainly not in the way we the citizens were being told by Washington D.C. for all those decades. Fed up, cannabis users and those supporting them, started sticking their necks out more.
There were consequences for those speaking, or publicly acting out. This could not be totally ignored. There is a history of making examples. Should the government prosecute you, and especially on the higher up pot charges like distribution, ones ass is cooked. Busted with just a joint, reputations could be ruined. Motto was to play it smart. Many felt it was a duty. To continue enjoying the freedom of consuming weed, or in this case smoke a joint, one had to be an advocate. Scale ran low profile to diarrhea mouth on YouTube. Put it all together, and those connected with cannabis in any way, shape or form, helped give birth to an army so not to be ignored.
After doing hours of research, Mary Jane decided who best to high-lite; Green Ribbon World. A pro cannabis website out of New York City in the year 2011. Ganja Granny informed all interested in Cannabis as to what the latest news was, and who was doing what. Once informed, one could keep it lit while reading Uncle G’s Corner. An entertaining read offered once a month. One man’s unique prospective on things inclusive to that time period. Together, along with a cast of cool contributors, they were dedicated in getting weed legal. Hearts indeed seemed like they belonged in the right place.
Way cool, thought our Mary Jane. The mental cut and paste was formed and took seconds to assemble. Here are my real people. Interesting in the fact that they stimulated minds, engaging in free thinking communication.
Continuing with that thought she imagined herself doing Greenies with them, but then remembered that back in the day, people actually smoked the sacred weed. Uncle G once wrote how he loved rolling joints. Maybe he could teach me, and we could all burn one? The idea made her smile, and wishing how an event like that could really happened.
She stood, and walked towards the port hole. Glancing out viewed the Earth’s Moon. Real up close now. The Moon Trip spacecraft in it’s orbit now for a few hours. You could see lights down below. One colony after the next. Wondering what the inhabitants were doing. More than one prison farm. “Safer With Them On The Moon” was the hottest butt patch of one year and helped win one politician the Presidency.
Mary Jane knew what she was about ready to do. She slowly showered, did make-up, and then dressed. Looking good, she told herself as she glazed in a mirror. Then she opened the door, and walked out the cabin, destination being the teen bar; Lunar Times. But not until calling Mom and wishing her a good evening. Then a possible stop at the Twentieth Century Shake Shop for dinner. After all, a girl’s got to eat. And then later on in the evening, if one of those fine military guys could escort her back to her cabin, the perfect end to the perfect night.
Warning….dense fog ahead……
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