I had to travel lately via an airline. I was wearing A314 and IH.
I had to step over two people to get to my window seat. The guy in the middle seat was a young guy approximately 18-20 years old. Not two minutes after I had sat down, he looks at the guy sitting on the other side of him, and says “I just caught of whiff of something that smells like head shop incense.”
I almost died laughing to myself as Gegogi has used that term before. I did not know there was such a thing anymore …
Hey Boss, you’re way behind the times. Headshops are a major growth industry and have sprung up everywhere online, in malls and in standalone structures. Of course you’ll see them around college campuses more than rural redneck communities, but, after going underground for some years have returned with a vengeance. Yes, there are even headshop chains! I’d venture to guess smoking weed is even more popular than it was in the 70s.
We have a family business in a stripmall with a headshop nearby. They burn incense all day and, yes, it reminds me of A314. College students burn this incense in the dorms to help cover the scent of weed. This shop has more walk-in customers than anybody in the friggen mall. I guess the customers get stoned, drop their pipes and break them. “Dr. Puffer” is an all time stoner fav. What is surprising is half the customers are women!
When I was in HS & college we used to make our own bongs and other pipes in the chemistry lab. I got pretty good at bending and cutting glass. Stoners are lazy nowadays!
No, it was a flask (that the “goods” went into) over an alcohol flame that had a 2 hole stopper in it. One hole had an air line from an air pump, the other had a line that went into a second flask with the water in it. That flask had a stopper that had 2 lines in it. The one from the “burner” flask, and the other that gave the user a “shotgun” toke.
I had a nice bamboo one, it was about three and a half inches in diameter and about 15" long, It seemed to work well with the Pakistani opiated black, and even better after dropping some good Californian Sunshine for breakfast.
Hey mon, TAB is my initials and LSD was a great game in California, and in the Australian Capital Territory waaaay back in them days.
Twas a few Paki black for the breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, and late supper with some Dark side of the moon, Steve Miller, and a little Supertramp ect, to keep the tempo steady.
Gold tops, Blue Meanies, Mescalin, stp, budda stix, to spice it up, with Mandys and Reds to slow things down for a good laugh after we lose control and end up on the Prime Ministers front lawn.
I can now understand why my doctor said that i would never make it to 28 ? ?
And yes yes yes and yes to take a phrase from your book, we had chicks just fallin outa the air and onto our laps, lol, I have been trying to settle down ever since… Actually i’l never forget some of those girls
sigh …
Your wasted youth, hey M J hmmmm i suppose that would have been over twenty years ago
I can’t exactly say mine was wasted, although i am still sorta hoping that some good may have been been gained from it, somewhere somehow, The only trouble is that i have trouble remembering things, and when i do its in a flash. at least i can remember my year of birth it was 1952 or 1925… one of them is correct.
Actually i’l never forget some of those girls