Marijuana and the Inevitable Pin-Hole Burns


The headline for this post derives from the Pink Floyd song, “Nobody Home,” from the concept album turned movie, The Wall.  As our rock star protagonist slips into loneliness and insanity, he’s looking around his hotel room and at himself, and he sees “the inevitable pinhole burns all down the front of my favorite satin shirt.”  The holes are from the embers of his cigarettes, which presumably he’s chain smoking.

Of course, neither smoking nor the indolent burning of holes in your shirt are inevitable.

Anyway, the lyric came to mind when I read the reaction of RI’s leading lobbyist for the legalization of marijuana upon hearing that Democrat Governor Gina Raimondo backs a study commission for the related bill, not the actual policy:

… legalization advocates say the commission would only delay the inevitable.

“The public is behind it. Massachusetts is moving forward. We don’t think a study commission is necessary because we already have the data,” Jared Moffat, of Regulate RI, said. …

Massachusetts retail shops will begin selling marijuana in July 2018. Moffat said delaying legalization in the Ocean State will result in sending jobs and revenue to the Bay State.

So speaks the pusher:  “Hey kid, your friends are all doing it.  You’re going to buy some eventually.  You might as well buy it from me, now.  Why be the last?”

Pink Floyd rhymes “inevitable pin-hole burns” with “the obligatory Hendrix perm.”  Hendrix’s death from a drug overdose wasn’t inevitable.  As a carpenter, I worked on a few projects with a painter who railed against anti-drug laws on the grounds that Hendrix died because his girlfriend was afraid to call for help out of fear of being busted for possession.  The first day I worked with that painter, by the way, he mentioned that he wasn’t quite himself because his friend had just died.  Another overdose.

Legalization is not inevitable.  If states that have made the leap find, for example, an explosion of hard-drug use (which is still in the cards), opinions will change quickly.  Haste is the imperative of those who fear a gamble will go sour.

  • You are twisting the truth to the point where it’s nearly unrecognizable. The use of cannabis will INEVITABLY be legal,,,,one way or another. Even if we must bow down and pay the same absurd extortion fees proposed to use it medicinally. This plant has from the beginning, been made illegal by unethical, and completely unscrupulous methods of lies and deceit. The facts have been revealed yet people like you are still trolling around the REEFER MADNESS idea that cannabis is an unhealthy part of our social environment. Maybe you should go back to school and learn how to read the context of whatever it is you seem to be getting your information from. WE HAVE AN OPIATE EPIDEMIC as well as an unhealthy alcohol segment of our population,,, both can be obtained by legal methods and Opiates can be gotten with a mere slip of paper called a PRESCRIPTION,,, WITHOUT PAYING WHAT IS NOTHING LESS THAN AN EXTORTION FEE TO USE IT. Plus, people do not need to register or in any way give up other rights to use deadly drugs like opiates and benzodiazepines. God has given us this healing plant with it’s nearly unlimited uses, so why did our government decide to go against the wishes of God?

  • Sammeh Marley

    I was addicted to heroin for 5 years, from age 17-22. I got to the point of shooting up every few hours and blowing through hundreds of dollars a day, just to not be sick.

    If it wasn’t for marijuana, I would still be addicted to heroin. My drug use stemmed from trying to self-medicate various issues, from stomach problems to things like PTSD, anxiety, and depression. Despite countless trips to detox and rehab and psych wards and whatever else, I kept going right back to heroin. I could never find anything else that would actually fix the problems, so it seemed like numbing them was the next best thing. (It’s worth noting that my dad had just committed suicide shortly before I first did heroin; I became incredibly depressed and suicidal, but couldn’t bear putting my family through another suicide. In complete desperation, I decided it was better to be on heroin and alive than to be dead.)

    Eventually, though, I did get clean. After five years of watching my best friends die and disappear, living in a shed during a New England blizzard, betraying everyone I knew, and doing every awful thing I had never imagined I would, or could, do… I got clean.

    I had tried a million times before, but it never worked. In detox/rehab, The 12 Step Model is always peddled as the one true solution for addiction. So, despite my initial aversion to The Program, I gave it a try. In various attempts, of varying seriousness, to get clean, I followed The 12 Step Doctrine – even doing their 90 meetings in 90 days, sponsor, stepwork, the whole nine. It never worked for me, no matter how much I devoted myself to the program. It never actually helped to quell the underlying issues that caused my drug use; At most, they worked very hard to make sure that, no matter how awful I felt, “don’t pick up no matter what.”

    So what finally helped me, then? Ironically, in regards to this article, what help me quit heroin was marijuana. As it turned out, almost all of my issues/symptoms could be either resolved completely or, at least, greatly reduced with the help of a simple plant. From physical problems, like migraines and severe nausea that regularly resulted in uncontrollable vomiting, to mental issues, like anxiety and the terrible nightmares that came with PTSD.

    Even though I had been prescribed to just about every different medication by different rehabs and clinics and everything else, nothing ever worked. Turns out, a little weed was all it took to practically erase all my symptoms. Bud has made it possible for me to get clean, stay clean, and have an amazing life today. I never would have thought I could be this happy, especially without medication. Turns out, all it took was a plant.

    Marijuana saves people from addiction, not the other way around.

  • Alex

    What a disappointing and uneducated article to read. I was researching a potential move to RI from MA and I have to say, reading this absurd diatribe has really discouraged me. An example, and not the only one might I add, is your not so subtle innuendo that said painter’s opinion should be disqualified because his friend died of an overdose. I am an energy engineer with a background in mechanical and electrical engineering, systems operations and nuclear physics. Someone very close to me passed away from an opiate overdose less than a year ago. Does that make me an idiot? Maybe instead of running a wannabe attack ad for conservatives you should present constructive criticisms with factual evidence on the issue instead of perpetuating ignorance for the general masses.

  • Jen

    The Wall by Pink floyd was an encapsulation of a character called “pink” and his inability to get passed his own grievances. These grievances turned him into a fascist in his own diluted mind. The Wall wasn’t about the dangerous of drug use, but the dangerous of self dogmatic ideas that can drag you down to becoming mentally ill.