Rants and Raves

Interesting theory, there, Voided, I think you're on to something, my lawn's gettin' longer...

I also think that the homeowners head has something to do with the homeowner. If it's a guy and he's got a buzz cut or the corporate dew, his lawn's gonna be short and immaculate, and he's gonna be uptight and anal about everything. If the lawn and the hair are a little longer, he's gonna be more progressive and laid back.

Pissing can be an effective form of weed control, I know it works on poison ivy...

Thudly's story reminds me of my military days, one day in particular comes to mind. We were down by this remote creek in central Georgia, drinkin' beer and smokin' mother nature, and a buddy of mine from Virginia comes down and breaks out the product of his family recipe for moonshine. It was hot as hell and humid, but it was gettin' later in the day, and the crickets were out, then the gators started stirring...I was throwing back shots like water 'cause it was so smooth, and my buddy warns me to slow down...the rest is a blur, but somehow I ended up back at the barracks with all kinds of stories trailing me for the rest of the week about the crazy shit I'd done that night. Good thing I got along well with those guys, it'd be easy to get rid of a guy in my condition back there in the swamps like that, I'm sure the gators would've been fat and happy...

 

mellow yellow,
ya man i love the soup nazi, outrageous. i actually found a guy like him in a ice cream shop in ole town sacramento. the dude was a mean asshole and all the little kids were afraid of him. i always called him the ice cream nazi. love seinfield, miss krammer what's michael richards up to anyway, love that dude, he's so fuckin funny.

voided,
i agree with your lawn theory, this dude that lives on the other side of us is bald and the dude's lawn is so tight it's like an asshole. this guys so compulsive he washes the whole street down everymorning, i mean he washes the road, he has this long old hose that goes about 1/4 mile. i think he's trying to get away from his bitch of a wife, man, she's mean. she weighs about 400 pounds and knocks him around, they are a trip to watch.

thudly,
your drinkin story reminds me of my dad. he was so funny and drank way too much. anyway he used to get high with me and he came to visit me one time. he smoked so much pot and drank so much he passed out and i thought he was dead, scared the hell out of me. we carried him to bed and i listened for his breathing, next morning he was fine. i didn't know that we had been smoking angel dust from a dude i didn't know that well. man, my poor dad, he had one hell of a head ache the next morning. but it was cool getting high with him he was so funny. he'd do like a rodney dangerfield routine when he was high made us all laugh, man, i miss him.
hippiewise

 

we should start a new "Back to the Garden" drinking thread...lol...I think Sloth and I could have a good time together out partying, and eating gyros you're all welcome to join us!!!

(p.s. I admit though, some of my stories I'm still too shy to tell!)

editlater) oh never mind, that is probably a bad idea for a whole thread....I just like hearing other people's stories though....

 

As am I. Seems sometimes like this is my only connection to my real self; the way I was and will be, but I'm stuck in "where I am".

I like reading what SH and others who were at ground zero time zero remember about the times...and I like chatting and sharing with a few of the younger heads on the psychedelics forums.

I think we should all get to know each other better, and maybe someday have our own little gathering.

Oh, and hippiewise: I've had occasion to do some of that peach 'shine from North Georgia...once. Even on weird shit like ketamine and "comic book dope" I at least remembered SOME of the experience. That 'shine is nothing more than instant blackout. It's the most toxic shit I've ever seen, way more so than endless rails of coke (my step-brother used to be an importer into DC around 77 & 78 or so...straight from Costa Rica...primo product...sure got rid of a hangover), and no way will I ever get anywhere near anything like that again.

Think about this: There are wannabe soldier-Rethuglicans who soak that shit up like sponges...way farther around the bend than I have ever been on acid/mesc or acid/herb/shroom combos...who have offices in DC and get called "Senator..."

The most powerful nation in the world is run by people who are drunk all of the time. It has been reported that Shrub himself is getting plowed on a daily basis.

Alcohol is the most toxic, demonic, evil, Satanic, damaging, killing industrial solvent ever.

Over 40,000 people a year die because of people imbibng that shit, and then driving.

Here's how many people die each year from over-indulging in Maria Juanita: ZERO.

Ah, I got off-track a bit. Someone find me a synthesis for ergotamine tartrate.

 

It's insidious as hell, why won't they allow us to grow hemp?

I'm reminded of the time I served in the military (pre-Bush, pre-Bush Sr) We could be completely fuckin' reckless, rape, violence, we were programmed to be that way (though some of us didn't out of conscience, go figure...)

Anyway, my theory is that alcohol is a means with which man can be controlled, liquor stores on every corner to keep the common man down, dumn, and happy, it's like cocaine, superficial, etc., but you can toke and become completely introspective and cool, and somehow that's a problem?...

Plus the shrooms, c'mon, they grow in the freakin' ground after all...

 

I've been drunk probably 5000 times, but the only time I was scared by a drug was behind shrooms. I ate the whole fucking bag (which I was warned about) which amounted to 4 average trips worth. Anyhow, being a veteran of Owlsley purple haze, I thought I could handle it.


Wrong.

I walked in my front yard and the barn up the road became an Aztec pyramid where human sacrifices were about to occur.

O.K.-- so I go in the backyard (this is at night, in May) and all of a sudden I'm in Viking hell with ice-sicles hanging from all the tree branches.

Huuum!

So, I go in the house and my living room becomes Vincent Van Gogh's room in Arles where he died from suicide.

Not too cool, so I go to the kitchen to get a drink of water and see an old Mexican woman with her back turned to me sitting under a cactus plant in a boundless desert.

Now, I'm becoming a tad concerned, so I called my daughter to see if I was still alive. Turned out I was, but about then a great wave approached behind me and when I looked at my beagle it lay shivering at my feet looking over my shoulder at something it could see, but I couldn't. Then, I got considerably concerned.

Nah-- I'll stick with booze, thank you!

 

No you're right but they help us some times. I live with 7 cats. They seem to know when your soul needs to be petted in their mysterious own way.

 

With a story like that, you sure can't blame a guy, LOL!

Any hullucinagin (shrooms, acid, even weed to some extent) will have the tendency to intensify any emotions or fears you have, though I like to think of it as sort of a spiritual cleansing, I used to like to clean the cobwebs out of the far reaches of my mind every now and again. But you gotta be in a good place karmically when you do it, or you may have a bad experience, plus quantity is definitely a factor as well.

I never had a bad shroom experience, but once after doing acid I had a nasty flashback, woke up to encounter a rotting corpse in the threshold of my bedroom beckoning me, it was real scary 'cause everything in my room was as it should be 'cept for that damned corpse...after a minute or two it faded, and there I was, standing by my bed in a cold sweat...

My mom has this funny story of when she tried pot with an old friend of ours back in the early 70's, said she was outside and thought she saw squirrels that weren't there. Well she brought up this story again years later in front of our friend, and he said "sure you saw squirrels, 'cause they were there", kinda funny that somehow she thought she was hallucinating when she wasn't...