Roots
As a little girl growing up on the south side of Chicago, I would have never thought the adults around me were smoking something that was labeled bad, let alone illegal. I just thought that a joint was “those funny smelling cigarettes,” no different than alcohol, and I just knew it was for the grown folks. I spent my early years on 47th and King Dr…
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