When Weed Becomes “The Man”
The headshop next door is neither cool nor subversive
Last month my local cafe became a weed shop. True, COVID had shuttered teeny, tiny Casa Toscana on John Street in Lower Manhattan and the place had stood as a sadly empty storefront for over a year — a gnawing reminder that New York may never be “back.” But as I strolled down Broadway, smelling the sweet-rot-skunk of cannabis…