There were times when you had seen a band so many times that it didn't upset you to, in this case there was a small dining room at the carousel ballroom-Fillmore west, which allowed you a sit down and usually ran into a friend(s) or acquaintance and you could hear the band, but not as loud as the concert floor area.
Sitting in said lounge area, i was surprised by Dogman, (who had cleaned up his act) and another friend who had a classic Desoto, a true tank, but a true classic and in well maintained shape. anyhow we had shared the basic niceties and the lowdown on the drug scene but more so on pot. We began comparing kilos (2.2 pound pressed bricks of pot-packaged usually in shrink wrapped plastic).
Different growers and then the distributors had their various trademarks , some had pesos in the top middle on one side of the brick (some bitched the weight loss wasn't worth the peso)and others had a wax seal from animals to a trademark stamp and actually sometimes had funny comic newspapers wrapped around them. The conversation slowly drifted to the colors of pot we had encountered, such as panama red, Oaxaca bright green was the rage at the time and rumors of Jamaican ganja about but sadly at that time never came to fruition
Some people had a map of the wold and then pull out a bag and roll a joint and point the the area , then region it was from and then get into hashish or kief hence more than just the two Americas. This could take a bit because you usually had your stash with you for the occasion and more regions were looked upon and enjoyed, needless to say you'd happily be three sheets to the winds as you said your good byes. As the conversation continued we broached the subject of of how much pot could one smoke in a sitting? Some said several hours to an evening. I began the story of how a friendly bet of whom could out smoke whom. And the tale begins. I had known this gentleman from high school and we had always got along, he was a loner to a degree...but i was too..and Bart was my road dog but we were more so outside of school or if we ended up in the same class. So a loner by who's ever standards. Well, I ran into Brad at a concert, he offered me a joint and I then gave him several in return and talked about which pot they were, he then said he could smoke pot for hours and soon we ended up with a gentleman's bet of whom could out-smoke whom he and he gave me his home phone number and I remembered he lived in pacific heights as I think I had been to his pad once after school and smoked a joint as I was on my way home. He was living at home and we were smoking and his mom knocked on the door of his room and had a tray of drinks and munchies and seemed fine with us smoking and looked like a fashion model or very chic dressed businesswoman to me as I thought about Brad and they seemed physically polar opposites and it wasn't his step-mom-but i think her acceptance of us smoking and being so nice and thoughtful was what really "bowled me over, no pun intended.
So I told him I'd give him a call and we could set up the smoke-a-thon. Not sure how much time elapsed but we got the day set. I then remembered that he actually had his own entrance that was a set of stairs on the side of the house that led to his room as i got there.
I had been there once before during my high school days and vaguely remember the layout. Brad welcomed me and led me to a table in the middle of the room. Asked if I was hungry and said, as I had noticed water, juices and soda on the table, I was good for now. Told me there was a bathroom where the door on the left was and a couch and chairs if i wanted to pull any over, trying to be funny he said I could pass out if it got too much for me and i told, he may wanna us it, although there was his bedroom in the next adjoining room.
There was a box of Zig-Zag papers
for us to us and a bowl with (were popular at the time) several dozen different brands of rolling papers some from other countries, some were with designs and colors. Although Zig-Zag was the paper of choice.
Brad opened up a wooden box and laid out about 8 lids (about and ounce each)
and grinned then said he had some hash too. I had worn my leather jacket, where there was a lining and actually came with an opening to stash stuff. I began to reach in and get my goodies and that comprised about 6 lids and an assortment of hash and keif. We then found out we had two crops of Panama red, Oaxaca , and purple buds from southern Mexico-the other lids were various Mexican crops and areas. To take the hassle out of choosing we just went down the line of baggies, alternating between mine and Brads. There were several water pipes (now called bongs) but maybe on the smoke-a-thon was over we check out the pipes (which we did) know our throat would be parched and we made our rules only joints for the duration, until said and done.
Both, actually at that time most everyone was adept as rolling and us were pros....now we were also the type who did not smoke the seeds, generally they would pop and the smoke was harsher from them and only with really pollen laden buds did we not remove what we called lumber, the stems from the buds or leaves and loose stems.
Now ground rules were laid down, drink and food available upon request-when we wanted, a kinda little break, but then not really as we smoke and drank and ate.
So we were off we rolled ten out of each bag, the both of us rolling five each-there was a color t.v. to the right of us and those were the days of LPs, the 45's and 33 rpm. so we'd put one on once in a while.
The first bag was a bright green with green-yellow buds above average but so good, but not noteworthy. When we got to the Oaxaca, we had gone through about 30 joint each and notably high, we in no way ready to stop.
The one Oaxaca was green with most buds of the same color. The other i had brought was a similar green but the buds were pollen laden and the hairs of the buds were several color, hence the name
Oaxaca rainbow,
now this was in the realm of potent pot. And the munchies had set in, the drinks kept our throats from getting parched by didn't allay our hunger. This time we had the choice of going down to the kitchen.Whereas the first time i had been over and i think Bart and a few other had come over (back in high school dayz) we were smoking and there was a know on the door and his mother, who was dressed like a model and wasn't quite our image of one's mother had a tray of food and drinks and put it down on the table for us and Brad introduced us. I think the other aspect was she seemed to have no problem we were all smoking pot in her kids room and even brought us food. Then she leaf and we continued to smoke. There was a stairway down that led to a hallway with different large photos of people, it seemed from around the world said his mom had taken the pictures and that was kind of a job she did from time to time and said his dad traveled a lot on business.
We got to the end of the hallway and it broke off to the kitchen living room, an office and in the distance the door entryway. We ambled into the kitchen with glazed eyes and the appetite of a starved grisly bear. Big kitchen, first time I had ever seen an island it even had a little sink and what look like a small stove with venting over it. then a big stove and next to that the biggest refrigerator I had ever seen. We open it an get some chocolate milk and two huge slices of cake. There's a tray we are loading up. We open some of the cabinets and grab a couple bags of chips, a package of red licorice a bag of cookies.....so with the substance of munchies we tarried back upstairs.
The evening went on and at the 18 hour mark we noticed our voices we a bit rough and our throats a bit parched....but both out of fun and the challenge of saying we could out-smoke one another...we carried on...after our four round thru the various lids of smoke,,,we took a break by smoking several types of hash...Lebanese being the best at the time compared to the others, but there was some Nepalese I had forgot about in my top pocket and we indulged and that was infinitely the cream of the crop. Smooth but with the strong strong yet delicate taste of well nurtured mature buds.
We carried on and hit about the 30 hour mark-no sleep-and called it a truce as our throats were happily hammered from the various strains of buds and hashish and oh yes some kief -(a collection of the loose resinous pieces and pollen that are gathered after sifting and made into a kinda bar or block) , always a high green color good, but to us not quite the kick of potent hashish (The name hashish comes from "hassassins", members of an Arab medieval
Islamic sect, famous for their assassinations, and who were heavy
cannabis consumers. (the name "cannabis" is the Latin word for common
hemp, taken from the Semitic languages). In fact, in the Islamic world,
its consume was common, and the stories of "The thousand and one nights"
abound with hashish consuming characters. or well grown pot from various regions of other countries and hashish is a paste made of the resinous
secretions which store in the female flowers (so only the female
individuals can deliver hashish), of an intense coffee color).
The resin contains much higher levels of THC, thus
the hashish is more powerful than marijuana, containing 40 % THC
compared to 10 % in marijuana. The THC is soluble in fat, so it tends to
accumulate in fatty tissues (especially in the brain). It resists for
about 7 days, that's why one week after the cannabis consume, your body
has eliminated just 50 % of the compound.
We ate some more as the finishing touch to 30 hours straight of smoking bliss...
Said lets do this again and I headed on down the road.....
Back to the table at the Fillmore -West-the carousel ballroom....Dog -man said he'd had a similar story and then we heard the next adventure...
and just to show you how history goes in circles...
this is updated from the ole days of the 1960's.....
newer rolling paper variations....
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