Stupid Pothead Stories

I was on the phone talking with the sheckster last night and we were talking about some of our old memories. He reminded me of a story when we were all in our first year in college, we again would hang out at my place, and walk to the park to smoke some weed on the really pretty nights.. It was a pretty large park, and they were setting up for the cities summer day camps, so they had a trailer they would use on rainy days. Well they were easy to open up at nights, and really no one cared too much as long as we kept it clean… Of course we would hotbox it, and I am sure the camp staff liked that the next day. ( I knew most of them from school, and they would always ask if it was me in there the night before). Well this one night we played on the jungle gym, and rumor around the highschool kids was that there were dudes smoking weed in the camp trailer. (of course that was very true). So these girls are smoking in the trailer and we walk in, and they look at the skipper, and ask if he is one of their friends father.. we just laughed our asses off here he is 19, and these maybe 16 year old girls are asking if he is a dad.. of course when we were straight, not so funny.

A few nights later, the word gets around more and more, then people start bringing radio’s, chairs. It was kinda like a little mini suburban summer of woodstock. The amazing thing is everone knew the rules we had, and we never really talked about them. First was no cars, everyone had to walk there. Second was no flashlights, third was never ever leave any garbage in the building, fourth was no alcohol, only weed, and it was stuck too pretty good.. if anyone brought some booze, we would take it and give it back later.. I think my friends and I were responsible for many a new weed smoker. I basically held clinics on rolling, and how to pack a bowl.

for the whole summer we hung out there pretty much every night, and so many friends were made, but we all never really hung out during the day, or ever called one another, it was just an amazingly fun summer where pretty much all the nighborhood kids hung out and never bickered, or argued (well non stoned arguing).

The guy who owned the quicky mart near the park made a small fortune that summer, especially on rolling papers.

well that is it for now

Peace and smiles.

I have not lived in my mothers home in many many years too many to count.. I was visiting my family a couple of years ago, and I have said before that my room was in her basement. Well I have not taken everything out of there yet.. Too many years of traveling for radio, and it was easier to keep things there than take them from town to town.. When I was a teen living there, I used to store joints all over the house, so that if I was ever dry, I had something to keep me going until I could buy again.

You name it it was hidden there… drawers, suitcases, clothes, desk, in video tape boxes, in furnature.. My grandfather had sold these little plastic containers for cigerettes when my mother was a kid, and we had boxes and boxes of this shit, and I was the only one who used them… They could keep a joint fresh for quite an amazing amount of time..

Well in my seach of my ancient shit, I saw one of the suits I had back in the day.. I hate too say it but it was made for me by a family friend, and he designed it to look like Tubbs from Miami Vice, yes, I had a really bad looking suit, but in the 80’s I looked like the shit, (not really, very gay looking). well the last time i remember wearing that suit was a cousins wedding and of course i was going to send it to charity (why I did not just burn it I do not know, but someone might get a laught out of it).. I checked the pocket and in there was a nice fat joint.. It probably has been in there for 20 years, but of course my dumbass was going to light the bitch just too see… New rule if you have no clue how long a joint has been rolled DO NOT LIGHT it.. that fucker burnt faster than stink thru a skunk (hey I have been in the south quite a while, and have heard someone use that saying). I burnt the stash of my goatee… All in all, I found 2 pipes, some bong screens, 36 packs of rolling papers, 2 baggies of shake, and a little container with some roaches.. (which I did not have the guts to roll on their own, so we had used it with nice fresh weed) The old and new together made a nice high..

Throughout the years it is amazing where I have found roaches.. I took my car in to be fixed years ago while visiting my family again.. ( highschoool friend is a mechanic ) and he took apart some of the interior to find a problem and found some roaches, and asked how long they had been there.. good thing it was him and not some other people. Of course the one place I keep a joint at all times, and my silver pipe (the drug thing my wife ever let me buy, on our honeymood nonetheless) is in my tool kit.. Hey you never know right..

Well that is all I can think of for now..
But I am going to be speaking with some old friends in the next couple of weeks, so there will be some more stories on the way..

Peace and smiles.

There are so many stories that I think about during the day to write some make it, some just kinda go to the wayside. I have never been drunk and driven a car, but I sure have been stoned and driven. I have not done it in a number of years, learning that it probably was not the smartest idea of my life… For some reason I have always seemed to not get caught driving high.. It is probably because of the rush you get when you are suddenly in front of the cops in your car that brings you down.

One time I was drving home from a girlfriends house she was in university in atlanta, and I was working in Ohio. I was driving up I 75. I had just got over the state line from Tennessee I was speeding a bit and watched as the state patrol turned around from going southbound to be nice enough to pull me over. Well after the usual “do you know why you were pulled over question” I got a nice speeding ticket, and the look.. plus I had a roach in my ashtray, and was asked if I had some weed in the car.. After I showed the trooper the roach, (I learned to not lie the first time) he asked me to throw it into the grass on the side of the road.. which of course I did, and he asked if I was high, and that time I lied and said that it had been from the night before when I was in the Atl with friends.. Which is why I say most seasoned cops are cool if it is just a little weed..

Another time I was drving home from a friends, and saw the cherries behind me, and of course pulled over, I was really really fucked up, but pulled it together by the time he made it too my window.. Once again “Do you know why you were pulled over?” question, and I answered honestly that I did not.. Of course tail light out, and i just happend to have a few spares in the car.. I said yes I know, and I just picked up some, but it was too dark to change them.. which seemed to work for him, got the you are getting a warning this time thing..

all in all I would say I had been pulled over about a dozen times while high, and never once got any kind of crap from the officers, some I am sure knew I was high. I do not suggest it to anyone.

I always thought of drving while high like a video game, try to stay in the lines and stay as close to the speed limit as possible..

Well that is it for now, I hope to post more often..

Peace and smiles..

Obviously concerts are one of the few places that a pothead will always go and visit. Even if you never smoked any kind of shit in your life, you have smelled the beautiful smell of the weed if you have ever been too a concert.. I have said it before and I will say it til the day I die, Music is enhanced when high.. I remember quite a few steve miller concerts that I went too. It was amazing too see so many different ages sharing the smoke. Miller would gather ages 18-50 and everyone would have a great time, sharing, talking, singing, and listening too some great music. Guns & Roses, Van Halen, Rush, Huey Lewis & the News, Paula abdul, you name it I went to the concert. I love all kinds of music, and the one thing in common was weed.. About a year ago I went and saw the commedores with some friends, and was thinking hmm.. do bring in my baggy, sure why not.. and low and behold some people in front of us that were most likely in their 60’s rolling and smoking.

Music is about memories, so why not screw up the memories by smoking some weed.. just kidding, it enhances the mood of the memories.. You can listent to music at home, or in the car as much as you want, but there is something about sharing music at a live venue that is just a fantastic feeling. Yes the obvious pot head concert is the Dead, and yes they were some great experiences, no buts about that one, of course they were more like mini vacations of days and days of following around..

The last live mucisican I saw was at the Bay in Chattanooga, Tone Loc, and yes weed was a plenty in the bathrooms. I am sure a lot of non smokers have gotten contact highs from being at concerts, and those were probably the best ones they had gone too. Some of the best shows I have seen while high, of course Floyd, Rush, ZZ Top, Who.. the music they play help.. Though watching Madonna dance while high live was pretty cool too, and it did make the music better for me.

So VOTE yes to Legalizing pot at concerts..

Ha ha ha

Peace and smiles.