On a rainy night in the fall of 66, Rob and I are standing under the marque at the Mapes. The neon cowboys whose legs formed the M, are reflected off the wet roadway.
We are waiting for our ‘buy’; we have gathered up $10.00 for a ‘lid’ of pot. It is our first; not only our first buy, but our first ‘try’. Our dealer shows up on time, and we swap the money for a full baggie of green stuff. The guy that sold it to us said it was ‘Acapulco Gold’; in truth is was a bunch of homegrown leaf, seeds, and stems, not as much as a pea-sized bud.
We make our way to a friends house, and look at the bag wondering what to do next. The friend we were visiting knew what had to be done. He began trying to roll a big joint of still green leaf. I knew how to roll a Buglar without the little machine, so I did the honors. We lit the small cyliner and sucked hard, and passed it on. The four of us are soon coughing in unison.
Did we get high? I force myself to have it be true that we did.
I have been a consistant user of Cannibis, and will continue to be so. If anyone has objections, let’s TALK.