Saunders. As the president of the commonwealth’s official NORML chapter, Saunders
was the voluntary sacrificial lamb at the rally this past Saturday. At 4:20pm,
he took a small nugget and approached a police officer to provoke a $100 civil
penalty, which, after much hilarity and stupidity ensued, he was finally given.
Officers. The team of half-a-dozen cops and security guards who were dispatched
to handle this situation were jovially inept. As if trying to prove that they
were lazier and flakier than the pot activists, it took BPD officers nearly a
half hour to compose a strategy, find a summons book, and write the ticket.
Super Hot Chick.
She was a pothead beauty. Something like Amy Smart in Outside Providence. But
she was surrounded by a herd of d-bags, one of whom, I presume, she will marry
and have a litter with before finding out that he forcibly impaled two freshman
during a lacrosse hazing ritual at Middlebury College.
Bob. Boston’s favorite walking
“Jesus Saves” billboard - who can be found getting ignored outside virtually
every concert and sporting event in town - Bob made one of his most ineffective
appearances to date, as college students taunted him about the well-known fact
that “Jesus smoked more weed than Jerry Garcia.”
Paranoid Camera Kid.
In case one’s civil rights were violated, a lot of protesters on Saturday had camcorders.
One guy, in particular, who was taping the event, was concerned enough to
repeatedly alert revelers to his conspiracy that BPD paddy wagons were there to
herd away potheads.
Guy. Close your eyes and imagine him. He’s about 5’10” with a 6’ chip on his
shoulder. He’s wearing cargo shorts and flip-flops, is completely shitfaced at
4pm, has his t-shirt hanging off his belt, and is super tan (presumably from
spending hours tossing the pigskin around with no top on). This particular
Neanderthal’s trademark line: “I’m tired of the cops smoking my weed.”
Skate Shoes Nerd.
Following along was one of those kids whose Vans are in better shape than Ben
Stein’s sneakers. He’s never ridden a skateboard - and, ironically, is afraid
of getting extremely stoned - but has a closet full of No Fear and Bob Marley gear
at his mom’s house in Lexington.
Mohawk Girl is pretty much the same person as Dreadlock Bandana Chick, who was
also there. The difference - not necessarily in the case of these young women,
but in my personal experience - is that Mohawk Girl is less likely to jump in
bed with the first guy who’s cool enough to get a $100 fine for smoking weed in