Marihuana

This is the second time in only one or two weeks.

I'm sitting on the bus, on the back seat, going to work. Three meters from me, there's a guy rolling a joint. I can't help but smirk when thinking how if this were the US, he could end up in jail for 10+ years.

Here, it's semi-legal—as long as there's no minors here (check), he doesn't actually smoke it before he gets home (check), and he doesn't have more than a certain predetermined amount of marihuana on him when the police search him (didn't see more than what's in the joint–check), the police couldn't even give him a ticket for it, should they want to.

The fun part about it being semi-legal is that you're allowed to carry a certain amount of marihuana (not much; barely enough to roll one joint, and then only if you mix it with tobacco) and use it in the privacy of your house, provided there are no minors when you do so; but you're not allowed to grow it, sell it, buy it, or anything remotely similar. To get your stuff, you'll probably have to go north, and buy it in a dutch coffeeshop.

Oh well.