There's a reason it's called weed.

While traveling south this afternoon I detect a pungent smell in the air that takes me back to past travels in the Pravati Valley, Himachal Pradesh. There on my left is a fairly sizable cannabis crop growing in the shade of a corn field. Although it's not on my list of edible plants, I feel like I ought to find some sort of practical use for this find. It's quite surprising to see how quickly it's taken off, covering a solid 3/4 mile stretch beside the highway. So, I snap a few pictures, pick a single leaf and rubbing it together in the palms of my hands, apply the resin to my pits as a deodorizer. I'm pretty sure there aren't any laws against such things.