He changed the subject and kicked the bag of marijuana at his feet, "Sometimes the drug enforcement folks come at just the right time to raid these illegal marijuana farms. These wild strains, they just grow on their own out in the abandoned fields, kind of a perk for the locals."
Brian nodded, no longer in the mood for conversation.
Simple folk in Gotham City, free and peaceful United States.
That sentence, applied to the Federation under the Blood Moon Radiation, wasn't the slightest bit exaggerated or fabricated, all realism.
...
Upon arrival in the small town.
Chief Flory first stopped to buy some rolling papers, then handed them, along with the bag, over to an old lady basking in the sun in her yard.
The old woman, upon seeing the rolling papers and the bag of fresh marijuana, was happier than if her own son had visited.
She trembled with excitement as she invited Chief Flory in for a cup of coffee, but he declined.
After leaving the old woman's yard,
