So, you see that Washington Square Park in the title, and you are all, "Got it. You used to able to buy weed there, but now it's all gentrified. Verily easy." (Granted, I threw the "verily" part in there.) With that assumption you are correct, as that was mine as well. Everybody likes an easy hit occasionally.
Which was my exact thought when I entered the park from MacDougal and West Fourth a month or so back. Then things went awry. Between my entry point and the fountain not once did I hear that gruffy medley, "Coke? Smoke?" Not once, but five times. This story, pre-written in my head was shattered. Not only were the dealers out in the park, but they were out in full force and approaching me relentlessly.
My only reason for entering the park was to take a few snaps of the usual offenders (todlers, strollers, et al), but instead something completely new entered the mind. For the time, writing about the park was abandoned. Until today.