Stupid Pothead Stories

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.

There are so many things in this world that are enhanced by the weed.. I have said this before, movies, music, tv.. and VIDEOGAMES… yes sirree…

I grew up with everyone of the systems.. Pong, Atari, Intellevision, Nintendo’s, Sega, Playstations.. ok no xbox.. but i am a PS2 owner.

Like I have said before my house was the one everyone gathered at, my parents were cool, and my sister was always out with friends, and the basement at our home was all mine. My friends would come over, we would get high, and have tournaments.. always sports games, or like mortal kombat.. NHL hockey was a biggie of ours.. we would like play for hours and hours.. I remember many times I would have to kick the buddies out so I could shower and get ready for work, or school.. it sucked to be that tired. but a cat nap later, and the next night we would do it.

I was a big fan of the final fantasy games (YES HUGE GEEK) and would get high and play them.. now a days it pissses me off that people buy books, or look on the net for clues and help.. me i just like the torture of figuring things out for myself. I have never played any games on computer though, and I am sure there are some awsome ones. I just love my PS2… my wife, she hates it.. right now i am playing gran turismo 4, cause i like driving games..

Too all the gamers, and everyone else

Peace and smiles.

First I would like to thank everyone for the comments.. It is nice to hear that this is mindless drivil that some folks find entertaining..

Here is where I get all rightious on everyones ass about the positives of smoking weed, at least what it has done for me..

I never grew up in a house that was not tolerant of others of any kind.. My parents raised me to respect everyone from different cultures and colors. As my dad once said, worms and vultures don’t care what color you are after you are gone.. Of course growing up you tend to have many different influences, and I know i thought different things about stereotypes, some very true, some are not.

I have been blessed with opportunities to visit different places in my life, and have met and smoked with many a different people. One thing I have learned is that most people around this world have preconceived notions about places they have never been, or from the bad experiences they had with people they met. As a pot smoker people either tend to be really, really paranoid, or really laid back.. I have had my paranoid moments, when I thought I was getting busted, or someone broke into my home.. But most of the time I have been laid back ready to learn about the people I was hanging with. Sure I always thought the french were assholes who looked down on everyone else, and for the most part they have a certain cockyness, but so do americans. When I was in France, I hung out with a dude name Michele, and Nick.. good dudes, they would joke about me being a Yankee.. but we all learned that we were looking for the same thing…. to have fun, and get laid… It is like that all over the world, we just wanna have a good time, and get laid.. whether you are a one person, person, or like to play the field you like gettting some…

I love the world I was born into, are there things I would change, sure.. would everyone ever agree with what i think, no, and I would not agree with everything everyone else thinks. Do I hate someone becuase their belief’s differ from mine, I never have, and I never would. I just think that smoking with people through the years has made me look at people in a different way than if I had drank with the same people.. I am not saying pot is better than booze in any way, dont wanna offend the drinkers. I am saying for me, and my experiences drinkers tend to be a lot more aggressive, and ready to attack (with words and also fists). I have never seen a real attack with people smoking pots. Heated discussions, hell yeah, and most of them never make sense the next day..

I remember my brother in law, and a friend of mine were arguing about if the phone company can tell if there are more than the designated outlets in a home. (back when they cared how many you had) one said yes, the other said no.. it was funny because they both came to the same conclusion in their arguing, but they were coming from different angles…

Would wars stop happening if the world smoked a big fatty… well lets see Clinton smoked and he was fairly peaceful, and Bush Jr.. Drinker, and well Coke.. he is all about war… hmmm for get rep, or dem… I think I just figured it all out… you can tell which presidents were more drinkers or smokers… not that my politics mean anything.. I am neither rep, or dem.. just to say i vote with who i think will benifit my brothers and sisters better.. I am sure i lean more one way than another, but i would never label myself either or..

well enough about that,

have a great sunday

Peace and smiles

Unfortunatly sometimes work has to take precident over things you enjoy. I hated not having too much time too write some thoughts. Back in the day before marriage, and a mortgage, and actual work.. I had the time to take to things that were more fun. How life changes for us all… This darn growing up thing is kinda cool, but you do lose some fun…

Ok some memories about being not being the responsible dude I am today.. well lets talk about work, now for the most part I have been a pretty damn good employee for most of my life.. Just the jobs in between radio gigs is where I would have most of my fun. I remember my friend and I worked the greatest job on earth.. Telemarketing for a boiler room stock brokers. now all things considered this was 1987 and it was 12 bucks an hour.. really not too bad..

there was basically 2 shifts. from 930 am - 430 pm with a paid lunch, and from 6pm - 9 pm.. which was not really monitored by anyone.. it was not really organized, there were some leads of phone numbers you would get, but mostly it was business lists in order of profession.

For the most part we never met any of the brokers, just the business folks cause that is the floor we were on. My friend Todd and I go back years and years, a friend of ours told us to take the job cause it was a no brainer.. which really it was.. Not like today where there are scripts, and automation, and everyone hates telemarketers. We had it pretty good… as long as we told the people it was a free newsletter about investing and they said yes, we were cool.. there was not a real goal, but it was easier if you got around 50 people to say yes a week. well being on the phones, and having fun was the name of the game.. we were in an old downtown building, on the 12th floor.. my cubicle was just beside this old tired out broker, who was the most perverted man ever. Old Harry was his name… Todd and I always tried to get him to smoke with us for lunch. we never hid our pot headism.. it was not like you couldn’t smell it on us.. but fact of the matter this brokerage firm was not really legit to begin with, and we were producing pretty good leads for them.. well Old harry was not there that often.. but the first time i met him, he was in a white shirt and tie. sitting on his chair he leaned over to todd and I, and leaned forward a few times and asked us what he just did.. well me being a smart ass, said stretching the old bones.. he said nope, i just got laid 3 times.. Of course we were on the edge of our chairs wondering how this could possibly happen… he laughed and opened the back of his tie, and there was a picture sewn in of a lady spread eagle right there.. now i must say it was amusing the first time, but every other day for 3 months was about all i could handle…. then their was this dude mike.. one of those super cockey sounding dudes who you knew was just a total ass, but we was cool… there were a couple of other guys, but honestly they all kinda run together like one person, so no mentioning them here..

what was my point… ohh fucking around working while being high.. one day, i am thinking while calling people, hmmm what kinda person would actually want to read an investment letter… I leaned back lit up a smoke (the days of smoking at your desk were awsome) and took a look out the window.. well i see the steeple of a church in the background, and I think hmmm.. why not.. religion, who has more money to spend right… I called every religious thing in town, churches, mosques, synogoges, monestaries.. and i was doing good, i felt kinda bad, but all it took was smoking a fatty, and i was a machine.. I broke the record of letters in a day, week, month.. i was the king.. a few years later we went back to work cause I was in between gigs again, and I was still the champ.. a ledgend in the feild, they actually told stories about me, i am serious.. apparently I had become the greatest stock salesman of the company, and lived on an island taking a huge amount of money in from the company.. That is what they told them..

There was soo much smoking done in that room.. it was strange that no one really cared todd and I were sticking our heads out of the windows, smoking fatties.. but they would question why we always had brought in a bunch of candy during the day… though the night shifts were even better.. the office closed at 5 pm.. we got off the first shift at 4:30. and the 2nd shift was always volunteer.. and todd and I were usually the only ones who were interested.. we though 12 bucks an hour times 3 is 36 bucks, so what the fuck.. why not do it at least 4 days a week… besides we were just gonna hang out and do nothing anyways.. so we would sit, call people get some cards as they were called.. and toss shit out the window.. creamers, ketchup packs, soft stuff.. we would just party, have girls come up an visit.. what the hell.. funny thing is most everyone there knew what we were doing, but no body gave a shit.. we in a way were making them money, and we always had weed for them…

That was the most fun I had at a job I really did not like… I hate telemarketing, I hated calling people. but back then at least a lot would listen too ya.. today I would never ever do it… unless i could smoke all day..

ok enough rambling for me..

peace and smiles..

Wow it is 2006.. where has all the time gone. the past 20 years have been moving pretty damn quickly… I just don’t understand how it seems so fast..

I remember so many new years eves i was high for.. One in particular stands out. it was 1989, and I was hanging with some friends up at some dudes chalet we stayed in in Stowe VT.. The guy’s family was like Uber rich. I don’t know how, or who actually knew this guy.. but there was like 30 of us partying our asses off.. Listening too music.. Smoking, drinking, and other party stuff..

The dude was very very stiff, he needed to chill… A couple of us basically hooked him up with this girl all night, so he would pretty much be out of the picture.. There was also a bunch of ski bunnies, and ski dudes there which helped cause they had some pretty damn good smoke..

Well it was about 5 mintues too midnight, and of course kissing time… well i always had a tradition of lighting the first joint of the new year and smoking it.. soo i stood outside, lit the bitch up, and watched as the house dude and that girl going at it in the snow.. I had to salute him.. that is some damn cold shit.. but hey getting laid is getting laid right…..

Me every year, i have lit one up at 11:59.. my little tradition.. if anything I am a creature of habit…

This story went nowhere I know..

Peace and smiles..

First of all it has been a little while since I wrote, and if you actually care, I do apoligize. 2nd, good fuckin riddence to 2005 it has been a really shitty year.. well the beginning was pretty good for my wife and I, but the 2nd half.. not soo much… ok

Now how many times have I brought in the new year high.. hmm too many…

Well i want to start by saying, happy new year to everyone who reads this.. I sure would love a comment or two about good or bad things about my stupid ramblings.

Well I am off..

Have a great year..

More from me in 06′

Peace and Smiles.

I remember going to the Heaven of post smokers.. Amstradam, well I remember part of it.

18 years old, and worked for 4 years saving for a european trip. I scrimped and saved, worked extra hours when I could, bought a cheap car when all my friends would make fun of me.. But I did it. I remember my parents saying I was going to have the experience of a lifetime.

School had ended on June 2nd, and started up again the day after labor day. So I had basically 14 weeks to travel.. I finished my last exam at 12:30 pm, and was headed for the air port by 3pm.. I was on a plane and in 6 hours I arrived at heathrow airport in London. I had some people I knew there, and had them meet me, and first place we go is his place for a nap, then a cool pub in Piccadilly Circus..

After a bunch of beer, one of the guys at our table said, hey lets take a trip this weekend to Amstradam.. Now it was on my list of places to go, and I had no real timetable, I just was going to go where I felt like it. Of course the other people were like yeah, they had to make sure I was there… So after the bar, we were hitting up a joint in front of Buckingham palace.. very cool.. plus Brits know how to roll a joint cone style.. Which is bigger at the end, and gets smaller near the mouth.. very cool…

Ok so my first day there was a sunday morning, and on Monday we all have plane tickets to head over there.. and wow, it was heaven…. I always dreamed of sitting in a place where you can just order some kind of weed in some sort of way, and just smoke it, or eat it in the open.. well after the first day there, I don’t really remember doing much except weed, and hash, and flirting with every girl there. I remember staying in this little hostel with a bunch of partiers..

Now I dont really know how long we were there, but i ended up in Paris sometime a week or so later.. toured around there, and ended up going back with these people I met at a club.

out of the 14 weeks I was in europe, i would suspect that at least 5 weeks of it was spent in amstradam. It is a great town that I still go visit every 5 years.

Now i met some of the greatest people on that trip, and I keep in touch with a bunch.. It amazes me that not so many of us here in America do not go visit Europe, or not many American Pot smokers don’t go…

It is worth it, soo worth it..

About a year ago, my brother in law went to amstradam, and called me from his cell just to say he was there sitting down and smoking one..

It is one of the greatest pleasures on earth to do.. Some people think it is such a huge taboo, to smoke, and here is an historical city that allows it…

Boy are we prude over here

Peace and smiles.

Sometimes when I talk with a friend, I am reminded of stories that happened, that I don’t really remember. Now I have never had a great memory, if I remember correctly.. Even before my lifelong pot companion entered my life, i was pretty forgetful.

I was reminded of a time when we were somewhere around 16 or 17 and wanted to impress these girls we met up at my friends family lake house.. I remember him saying they were really good girls, and we had to play the nice boys..

well we tried taking them on a boat ride for the day, and nothing, tried taking them into town to see a movie.. nope nada.. we tried a cook out at the fire pit on the beach.

They had two buildings at their lakehouse.. one that used to be a garage that was converted into a room for Bryan and us to hang out in and sleep in.. well i lit one up and turned on some tunes.. It must have been an hour and i dozed off chilling.. well one of the girls is sitting putting on one of the records i brought up, and was smiling at me when I woke up.. I had left half a roach in the ashtray, and when i woke i was looking to wake and bake, but the shit was gone.. Not thinking anything we started talking.. I could not figure out if I had smoked the rest of that, or if my friend or maybe this good girl has smoked it, but I was not going to ask..

well we kept chatting, and picking music, and I asked her what happened to my friend and hers.. She said they had gone to town to pick up some munchies…. It still did not kick in my head that hmmm.. pot munchies, girl music.. (YEAH I AM SLOW)…

Ok so a few minutes later she looks over at me and asks if I still had any thing left to smoke or did she finish it off… Well, that made me perk up, and made a mad dash to my car for the rest of my stash.. Whew, girl, music, pot.. hmm good combo..

soo we smoked and smoked, and smoked some more.. Eventually my bud and her friend showed up, and well they got a huge cloud of smoke in their face when they walked in..

The part that I forgot, and I had been to their wedding.. is two of my oldest friends married both of those girls.. It was calling my friend and her answering, it was the usual pleasantries about whats going on, how life is stuff like that.. she said he was not home, and asked if I remembered that summer when we hung out like every weekend.. I kept thinking, hmmm where, when.. of course being a guy, I did not want to ask.. and kept kinda fishing for more info.. and all of a sudden that summer’s memories drawer in my head opened up.. She laughed when I guess she realized I never had rememebered who she was for the past 10 years they have been married.. She asked me if I remember that Ace had been married to her friend, and I said no.

Like I was not embarassed… at least it is a good story they will tease me about forever..

Peace and smiles.

Well I was emailing an old friend, and told her about reading this page. We met in college, and have been friends ever since. She I have to say was the first female I was friends with that was as much a smoker as myself.. At first when we became friends, we never really smoked together, it was in our second year that we realized that smoking would be as much a part of our friendship as talking…

I always had my dude friends asking if we had boned.. I can honestly say it is totally possible for a boy and girl to be friends, even get drunk, and smoke for years together and never hook up at all..

Now like me when we smoked we were really antisocial.. so we played a lot and lot of scrabble.. which is not the best game ever when high.. but you do tend to remember some really great words.. you just say them alot and laugh while thinking of the funny words..

We would listen to great music, and order some of the shittiest pizza, that we thought was soo awsome.. plus garlic bread, and chickenwings.. umm..

We will always keep in touch, and I figured next time hoffer reads this, she will know she is on here.. though I will have more stories about our friend ship in the future

Peace and smiles..

The male rite of passage has always been a road trip.. Guys know this, and girls have been known to take them too… yes..

Well one road trip we decided to take was well nowhere special.. I was living in Vermont, and some of my friends Boxy, Skip, Sheck, and Fritz had nothing to do for like 4 days.. Boxy showed up at my place with a really large bag.. Well after listening too some tunes, and watching a couple of movies.. I can’t remember who said.. lets just get the fuck out of Dodge.. Well Fritz had a station wagon, and we all decided to load up the tent and go.. I was known as the machine when it came to driving. I asked, dudes anywhere in particular… I got NYC, I got Chicago, Atlantic City, so I just took the highway, and drove, and drove and drove, and smoked and smoked and smoked.. we had that shitty car hot boxed bad.. .. well at all hours of the night everyone had slept, and I just started taking the 2 lanes.. well somehow at some point we were in Pittsburgh, and I was tired.. So we stoped at a pit stop.. I smoked a big huge fatty and took a nice long nap..

When I woke up we are somewhere in around Kansas.. Fritz looks at me and says, did you not say they have some good food in KC.. I was like umm yeah, and the tigers are playing the royals this weekend.. we found this awsome steakhouse, and had a huge feast.. nothing like 5 half high munchy wanting guys ordering the biggest steaks..

we enjoyed a great game too.. a pitching duel, 1-0 game.. now I dont remember who was pitching for either team, all I know is that George Brett hit a homer near where we were sitting.. I remember at one point meeting up with these people who said our section smelled like a Grateful Dead concert.. I am surprised we did not get arrested..

well leave it too sheck to get us a place to crash with these people we met up with.. yes they be some smokers.. next morning (well 3 pm) we stopped by another steak house after loading up our lungs with smoke.. Damn great steaks in KC…

we ended up heading north and ended up in Chicago.. So we caught a cubs game, but got high before, cause security was right next to us the entire game.. some good pizza…

we ended up getting home like 2 days late, and boxy and skip both worked at a lodge and it was the offseason so it was ahite.. I got in shit from the PD i worked for, but when I told him the story he was cool… but I think shecks got fired.. which he was the i was gonna quit anyways..

To this day I love road trips, I just don’t drive high as much as when I was invincible..

well peace and smiles..