A few words about Art Garfunkel: I like Simon and Garfunkel, many don’t, and I can understand, but I do, and I was always under the impression that of the duo, Garfunkel was, perhaps, the weaker member. 
     This may or may not be true. 
     One thing is for CERTAIN however, and that is that Garfunkel is DEFINITELY the bigger pot smoker. 
     Garfunkel, who has already been to court once in the past year for marijuana possession, was charged again yesterday after police pulled him over for blowing a stop sign, and upon searching his car, found a joint in his ashtray. (I like the mental picture involved here: The police are searching Art Garfunkel’s car, stricken with their serious cop faces, probably being dicks about the whole thing, and he is standing roadside with that pissed off, I’m screwed, look on his face.)
     I have two comments to make regarding this incident. First, if he were any of the non-famous, Garfunkel would be looking at some serious trouble. Two possession busts in a year is bad news. I don’t know how bad, as I am no expert on the laws regarding misdemeanor drug possession in the sate of New York, but I am sure that it is bad nonetheless. 
     Second, Art Garfunkel wasn’t even trying to be careful. He was just blasting around in his car, blowing stop signs, blazing away on a big ole’ rock star hooter, totally oblivious to any possible trouble that might make for him. Brilliant. Who knew Art Garfunkel had such big balls. Ozzy Osbourne is tramping around on TV with his boring ass family, and Art Garfunkel is racking up two drug busts in a year. I wonder if he hangs out with Courtney Love?