The fluid societal rules upon which Americans surf

Instructive gummies

Excerpt: "I stepped into a Manhattan dispensary not long ago and left with a sense of uncertainty about the morality of pinball, going to the circus on Sundays, the rise and fall of transgender rights and the legality of dancing to the national anthem.

Not to mention a couple packs of gummies.

This was, incredibly, on the very same street just off Amsterdam Avenue upon which I had lived in 1981, when my roommate, future-filmmaker Charlie Kaufman, and I lived one floor above a storefront marked “Health Food.” If you went in there, you’d find the place dark, lit by nothing more than a couple of ultraviolet lights. On the wall were black light posters of naked women and Jimi Hendrix. There was a hole in the back wall, and if you put 10 bucks in the hole, and waited, a hand appeared and snatched the money, just like the action of an antique toy bank. A moment later, a little package appeared. Each one was marked with a black stamp that spelled “Heartbeat.”'