It was three lo-o-ong days but the neighbor kids got back with the gouds. Oakhurstian gouds. Too stemmy fer sure, but stonier than Mathis' crushed-rock driveway.
Diana and Warren. Botha local. 24 and 23, I think. I keep running into him on the Yosemite bus. It's odd how that happens. Live in 307, they occupy 310. She's a Denair girl and he's an Oakhurstian.
Property-weez, Pa owns many-many landscapes and densitrees. They do as they please, within reeze. Manzaneeze. Oak trees. Up to the knees in grasses, bowlders, copses, the whole foothilly thing.
So W H comes knocking and now I'm rocking in the T-world.
"I really only like it for the red-eye effect. (or words to that effect, just recently)"--Mouse
Not 100% true.
My twelve-step program looks like this.
It's down hill, not uphill. And there might be fewer than twelve. Maybe I'll skip one or two.
Hah! My friend Brucer used to dezeene MacNorth Face domes and QC progs. He alla time was calling himself, a Vanderbiltian, a Commodore sympathizer, one of those damn hippie "pot-a-holics."
We know, he knew, you can't addict yerself to the stuff. It's seasy enough to defend. Seeze me. Any way, sounded funny coming from someone of his cal. Vandy...
He rolled de real tight juans, and he even trita-climbed. (DIBS!) Gotta give him that. Two of us played Alotta golf, did some wishing, lots of herb.
His bro, Randy, god bless him, brought in some 3-4 different kinds of Ozark Mule in a ship ment aboard the Gdog and it was in a battered suitcase, and scent-disguised somehow. Many pounds. Lotsa buds the size of babies' forearms, little elbows in 'em. MI. Not CA. BITD.
From The Real Life section of the Independent on Sunday, a newspaper from the UK. Dated Aug. 11, 1996.
Wot? No dope?
"No Dope, no hope," said the Furry Freak Brothers, the iconic 1970s cartoon characters. If so, then this must be a real bummer of a summer for the nation's estimated 2 million potheads. For the UK is apparently in the middle of a hashish famine. The shortage has got experts guessing and the Internet, a favourite forum of Nineties cannabis "activists," humming with rumours. "Resin has been short since about March," says Matthew Atha, a research and information consultant to solicitors dealing with cannabis cases. Harry Schapiro, of the Institute for the Study of Drug Dependency, has been Hearing about the drought for some time. It seems to be nationwide."
Supposed reasons for the shortage are legion and colourful. One is that a senior bent Dutch cop has been fired. "He is supposed to have been responsible for letting through some 400 tons a year," says Atha. Another is that big dealers are working as a cartel and stockpiling hashish in order to push up prices which have been stable for about eight years at around 25 pounds to 30 pounds a quarter ounce. [British pound notes, ignatz.]
Changing patterns of smuggling may have something to do with it. "The emphasis is shifting from large boatfuls to smaller quantities being smuggled more frequently," says Russell Cronin, spokesman for the Legalise Cannabis Campaign. There is also the steady shift of smuggling gangs from bulky dope consignments to more easily-hidden Class A drugs.
But most agree that the likeliest reason lies in Morocco, the biggest importer of hashish to the UK, which is reported to have clamped down on its producers. Some think this is due to an aid deal with the US; or that it is part of a general increase of despotism in the Maghreb; or that diplomatic difficulties with Spain mean that Iberian smuggling lines are down.
Whatever the reason for the dope deficit, pundits are concerned that dabblers may move to Class A drugs. Indeed, Schapiro cites the increasing practice of people mixing heroin in to their joints. "There is a pick-and-mix attitude within the drug culture," he says. A major downer, perhaps--but all is not lost. While hash stocks might be low, home-grown marijuana is flooding on to the market. Once a last resort, home-grown is now a sophisticated player, grown in hi-tech "hydoponic" conditions, genetically-engineered, market-gardened and sold as named strains such as Skunk and Northern Lights.
"Home-grown has come out of the closet--and I do mean closet," says Cronin. "The implication of the word has changed. It used to mean lousy grass; now it equally means super-premium grass like Skunk. It is fresher and often stronger that imported weed." If the Moroccan does return, it may have to try a little harder. Indeed, in Amsterdam, the world's most demanding dope mega-mart, smokers activlely choose hydroponic weed. Northren Lights, for instance, is a sativa-indica
cross, sturdy and low-growing with massive THC-laden heads. In other words, two tokes and you're caned.
But home-growing is a risky business in the UK. Anyone caught with plants, even a few small ones, will usually be charged with possession with intent to supply: an umprisonable offence. "It is bulky and neighbours often spot it or notice the smell, says Atha, who has closely observed the spiralling number of grow-your-own busts. "Some people do grow to sell, but not many--and it is not as lucrative as the police say it is. You can be sure that any 'street prices' quoted have been hiked up."
The march of home-grown continues unabated, and it features heavily in the dopers' "Olympics": the High Times Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam. Last year a winner was White Widow, a home-grown strain "so rich in THC that it glistens," according to one Dutch market player. And there is now a Dutch-grown hashish, Skuff, a resinous variety of Skunk. "It's comparable to the finest hand-made traditional hash," says Cronin. Perhaps they should sell it to the Moroccans.
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