Get high…and die

I must say, I’m darkly amused by this notice from West Side Rag, because it’s (highly) unlikely I’d think to munch on weeds gathered from a New York City avenue’s median.

Like here, Columbus Avenue and 93rd Street. 

It’s called jimsonweed and the tale sounds like something out of Agatha Christie.

Don’t do it.

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