Central to the controversy of my story is a bizarre notion that wild plants can medically change human lives. An underground network of compassion businesses reaches out to people-in-need supplying them with "illegal plant medicine" to treat their health conditions.
Even in the 21st Century, a segment of people questions the medical community's progress. Few know the rumors and fears associated with weed began in the early 1930s by a single low-level government employee, who milked his fear mongering into a high position within the federal government.
All we have is hope, but even that is compromised as the drugs are Schedule 1. That classification indicates a drug has no medical value and is highly addictive. The government does not fund experimentation or studies leaving these drugs without further understanding.
Even Mother Nature played a role in the chaos with a hurricane storm surge that caused my friends to interrupt their escape from the streets' hoods and FBI. But like rats from a sinking ship, the group left for preassigned locations to execute a national project, providing all possible plant relief for everyone suffering. And to exercise a strategy to undermine the federal limits and political controls.