I’m embarassed to admit it but my most vivid memory of spending a year in Florence Italy (1991) is the hash we used to get in Piazza Della Vittorio. I lived in an apartment nearby with 5 other semester abroad students from around the country. They’ve all grown to become professors, lady lawyers and a dude who married a female tugboat captain. Clearly, I don’t want to tarnish their reputations by mentioning them here.
It was the same story every night; lean out the window of my bedroom and inspect the piazza to see if he was there. Continue…
Pot is legal in California and the potheads are gonna blow it because they can’t be cool for even a second. We were at Venice Beach today which is like an outdoor head shop at this point. It’s difficult to explain a bong to a 3 year old. Every block there was a shirtless bro holding a sign advertising “$40 Kush Dr. Consultation.”
Ok, first of all, if you want all the squares to accept that you can now legally smoke pot, call it marijuana, ESPECIALLY when referring to the “doctors” who are permitted to prescribe it. Continue…
If you’re a a level 4 dead head who knows me personally and was with me that day, you’d know this post is about selling fake shrooms at a dead show to subsidize an LSD fueled nitrous oxide binge.
It was 1990, and I was 18 yrs old. I was familiar with the Grateful Dead and enjoyed a few songs; Ripple, Franklin’s Tower, Estimated Prophet – basically the popular songs that any true dead head would never admit to liking. I had seen them live a couple of times and thought they were boring. Continue…
The summer after my sophomore year of college, I joined my friend Jeremy (the same Jeremy from the post The White Rabbit) on a pilgrimage to Minneapolis, Minnesota to drive ice cream trucks. Actually, they were vans, but the term “ice cream van” makes everyone shudder. Jeremy had rented a studio apartment only slightly bigger than a room at a Red Roof Inn. We dumped two single mattresses on opposite sides of the room and separated them with a 3 foot wide moat of dirty clothes. Continue…
