In a drug-and-alcohol rehab, the wounded sit grimly on folding chairs, acknowledging the folly of their old life--their misadventures with alcohol, cocaine or other poisons. Then comes the afternoon that is set aside for atonement on the subject of marijuana. Now the chastened air gives way to argument. The house divides along generational lines. The oldest of the sinners (mostly age 50 or older) nod agreement with the official message: Yes, indeed--devil weed. The baby boomers, however, with their rich pharmaceutical histories, begin to snigger and squirm. "Give me a break!" rings out in the hall. The youngest members of the...
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