2 in one day. Just for the smell
I just got to thinking of a time before the weed. I remember wondering what that smell was I was at my cousins house. I knew they were smoking, but it smelled different.. Now I just love the smell of the weed, when I walk in a park, or somewhere, and smell it I just smile, a huge smile.. I love going to a concert and smelling the sweet smell of peace.. I do not know how many times a friend of mine has gotten in the car, and said, “dude, did you just smoke one”, or someone coming over and asking, “why did you not wait for me?”. I remember a line from the simpsons after someone was smoking some dope, one of the kids said “this guy smells just like Otto’s jacket.” I dont know how many times I have gone out for some munchies, and someone could smell it on me. I have heard the comments from older people, and people around the same age as me. One time we were in Mc D’s and this group of people around probably in their 30’s at the time were at the table next too us, and I heard them say they could smell us.. They had finished before, but were kinda sticking around, well we got done and were leaving. In the parking lot, one of the guys had walked up to us and offered to buy some off us. Of course I asked how they knew, and they said they could smell our clothes. So we offered to meet them around the corner and smoke with them.. after arriving at the park, we all had a great session, and of course they knew the puff puff give rule being older smokers.. We would see them around town quite a bit after that, and there was always this unspoken kinship. Ahh the smell of the plant…
Peace and Smiles
August 3rd, 2006 at 8:03 am
Ya know, I never smoked, but in a lot of ways your descriptions of friendships struck up over a smoke sound like the way fraterniites are supposed to work. Once a smoking buddy, always a smoking buddy, and new friends every so often pop up when you least expect them to.
Camradarie, that’s the word.
And the “streak” was impressive. heh.
August 11th, 2006 at 11:32 am
now i know why rick the hippy always liked my perfume?
December 1st, 2006 at 11:04 pm
This is a chick site, right, well I am here to advocate the rule of women. Aren.t we all sick of the rule of men? Not gasahol, Not grassahol, just assahol! Pothead Party, 2008!
December 1st, 2006 at 11:07 pm
This is a chick site, right, well I am here to advocate the rule of women. Aren.t we all sick of the rule of men? Not gasahol, Not grassahol, just assahol! Pothead Party, 2008! Ok, really, nightmares happen, one just did. The world is in need of managementm we Americans are like gods on this earth. Yes?
December 4th, 2006 at 10:10 am
whaddup yall august 2 is my birthday !!
and im a stonner and i know what you mean LOVE WEED AND LOVE THA SMELL OF CHRONICC
PEACE
February 27th, 2007 at 11:00 pm
Are we drowning in irony, or what?
February 27th, 2007 at 11:03 pm
Drunk driving. It’s the cars that are the problem. Who sold us this rediculous car culture? Why should gas be cheap? We use too much! I have a right to drive drunk and vote drunk, and buy liquor drunk. Don’t force me to drive a car!
February 28th, 2007 at 11:16 pm
Let’s visualize a future (Other than Armageddon, which I say could not be any reasonable human’s goal.). Normatively speaking, by any accepted standard of public opinion, Armageddon is not an acceptable vision of the future. Hey! That’s just me! My idea of normative.
March 9th, 2007 at 9:17 am
Visualize a future the way you want it. That is your political party. Call it whatever you want. Let’s let population be the number of political parties in our system. OK, one big third party! Excellent! Now, what’s wrong? Bing! Price of gas too low! For whose benefit? Carmakers? What’s good for GM? Tell me about it.
So, let’s have fewer cars. As few as possible, maybe. You know the bicycle was putting the horse out of business before the car. China has managed bicycle traffic jams, right? I guess you can have too many of those, too. Motorbikes? What’s wrong with motorbikes. How do the world’s many poor get along?
March 9th, 2007 at 9:28 am
Nice trains for the little travel necessary (I know, I am a splinter party.)? Travel on cycle trails. A few horses working for a living! Nobody working harder than they want to. Everybody working!
This poor world is so in need of work.
March 9th, 2007 at 7:18 pm
Pothead Party Platforms, that’s what I’m selling.
Hand made in America. Every one signed.
March 12th, 2007 at 10:36 am
A religion is a drug and a drug is a religion.
Any one of them mess you up, but that’s got to be what you wanted if you let it happen. It’s a death wish, isn’t it, wanting to get away from exactly how things are? Is that a human right? To hurt yourself? Never was. Not around here. Whose life is it? Not yours.
We share life with our planet’s other lives. We know of no others, people.
March 13th, 2007 at 9:47 am
I have a crystal ball.
It shows Pot prohibition ending, why, this very spring!
Forever. And my friend with bad knees will get whatever he wants as he hopes for advances in knee surgery.
Not much money left for any kind of research now, is there?
Pothead Party, 2008.
March 14th, 2007 at 11:17 pm
Feel a drug as venom in your system? Feel a need to act out?
Speak up?
March 14th, 2007 at 11:23 pm
We live in a safe place.
March 21st, 2007 at 10:10 pm
Nobody talking. Nobody listening?
March 21st, 2007 at 10:19 pm
The internet will become a world brain (Don’t we need one?) when when we all speak up. Don’t we need to emulate ants and bees? (Warlike critters, though, aren’t they?) Mingling antennae?
March 25th, 2007 at 5:23 pm
Every rude thought.