Hi. I'm a 66 yr-old Nam vet, on Social Security, Medicare and a Colordo MMJ license holder. Well, I will be a license holder once Colo state gov gets its stuff together
. They're the biggest noobs around right now, and funny to watch. That ineptitude is why I'm not incredibly paranoid, relying on fed programs AND in a database as using a federally illegal drug.
I first smoked in 1959, in the alley behind a burlesque house on Baltimore's Block, with some black musicians that were the house band. A tiny, twisted pin joint of who-knows-what. 16, I'd been dared to sneak in; of course, took the dare. Got caught by band member. Laughed like hell at me, took pity. Smoking pot, then backstage while Gypsy Rose Lee was performing. And I saw the gloRY OF GOD IN THE BODY OF WOMAN AND WAS LOST FOREVER!!!!!
I was 16. Near-as-makes-no-difference naked women, hot sweaty atmosphere. Pot. It was a religious experience, for sure. That night's my excuse for my path of damnation.
I was lucky(?) enough to be in Thailand when Nixon resigned and you could buy Thai sticks openly, it's a cooking spice, got my entire squadron stoned one night with Thai stick soup (well, chicken with special seasoning - 4 oz dope in a cheesecloth bag during the whole simmering process, drove the dogs crazy when Noy threw it over the fence) at a huge meal my girlfriend and I threw. And then in Hawaii during Maui Wowee craze, with grower friends on the big island.
And then I was out of the scene forever except casual rec use, late night deals in parking lots, never knowing what you're getting just glad to get any thing at all.
Got my MMJ license in Oct 09, thus the sig. I still regard the whole thing as bizarre, I never thought I would be able to legally buy pot in my lifetime, even with a special niche. Not complaining, ya know, glad to come in out of the dark.
I'm a political junkie with a cynical, jaundiced view that skews populist, a limited budget and a deep desire to grow enough for myself in a perpetual micro stealth harvest in my small apartment.
Soooo, - I'm gonna go back to lurking in the grow threads, dreaming and planning. See ya around.
namaste
. They're the biggest noobs around right now, and funny to watch. That ineptitude is why I'm not incredibly paranoid, relying on fed programs AND in a database as using a federally illegal drug.I first smoked in 1959, in the alley behind a burlesque house on Baltimore's Block, with some black musicians that were the house band. A tiny, twisted pin joint of who-knows-what. 16, I'd been dared to sneak in; of course, took the dare. Got caught by band member. Laughed like hell at me, took pity. Smoking pot, then backstage while Gypsy Rose Lee was performing. And I saw the gloRY OF GOD IN THE BODY OF WOMAN AND WAS LOST FOREVER!!!!!
I was 16. Near-as-makes-no-difference naked women, hot sweaty atmosphere. Pot. It was a religious experience, for sure. That night's my excuse for my path of damnation.
I was lucky(?) enough to be in Thailand when Nixon resigned and you could buy Thai sticks openly, it's a cooking spice, got my entire squadron stoned one night with Thai stick soup (well, chicken with special seasoning - 4 oz dope in a cheesecloth bag during the whole simmering process, drove the dogs crazy when Noy threw it over the fence) at a huge meal my girlfriend and I threw. And then in Hawaii during Maui Wowee craze, with grower friends on the big island.
And then I was out of the scene forever except casual rec use, late night deals in parking lots, never knowing what you're getting just glad to get any thing at all.
Got my MMJ license in Oct 09, thus the sig. I still regard the whole thing as bizarre, I never thought I would be able to legally buy pot in my lifetime, even with a special niche. Not complaining, ya know, glad to come in out of the dark.
I'm a political junkie with a cynical, jaundiced view that skews populist, a limited budget and a deep desire to grow enough for myself in a perpetual micro stealth harvest in my small apartment.
Soooo, - I'm gonna go back to lurking in the grow threads, dreaming and planning. See ya around.
namaste
