Tell any pot related story that didn't happen to you/is legendary in your area. ------ This old tale takes place back in the 1950's when marijuana first really became popular in the London Jazz scene. Now this fella who is named smokey (cos he smoked) and we recall no other name but that, had a brother who played sax in an emerging jazz/blues outfit in london at the time that centered itself on the "Lion Bar" just off the Old Kent Road. Now smokey when he was about 15 started to get his hands on this stuff we call draw, and they called it "smoke" back in the day. Famously he got smoking every day in secret places around the school until he showed up to lessons with eyeballs redder than hell itself, he smoked in places that are still used to this day by us tokers. Now runnin all round under the school are various tunnels and passage-ways, and they were used as air-raid shelters during the war but they're mainly access tunnels for getting to the pipes and the heating and such like. This is where Smokey made his home, he used to go under here and smoke the days away. Strangely though he was still on course for a full scholarship to read Medicine at Oxford, so we see the old mary jane never slowed old smokey's mind down nothing. One day smokey was found dead after an explosion they say, noone really knows for sure what happened. Some say that he was playing about with some old chemicals taken outta bullets after the war, that had been hidden and stored unsafely under the school to keep the government away, and it was there that he triggered the explosion. Others say that actually he was in an old room that had all the schools old fashioned turps and oils for cleaning from before the new corporate designed cleaning products were emerging back then in the post-war period, and these rags had been stored away so badly that some of the gases from the turps was let off into the air so when he tried to flick his old lighter on the whole place went up in fire. Well either way, if you go down some of those old corridors under the school, to this very day you can see the blackened marks where the flames took old smokey down to hell... Sometimes on cold winter days, smoking out down by the lake, in the pillboxes or in the abandoned classrooms/storerooms... you can sometimes see smokey just out the corner of your eye, just for half a second in between all the hours that god sends, for just a moment you can see smokey, smoking away on his pappy's pipe right there with ya, smiling and holding in his smoke. You see smokey never had anyone to smoke with back in the day, and my theory is smokey's over the years got to understand the pleasures of smokin with others, and that's why maybe he likes to join us sometimes, and listen, and learn. I say you can learn a lot from old smokey, letting the ages pass by him, bowl in hand, getting high and learning about life from fellow smokers, just by listening with a good ear and a sharp old brain. Here's to you smokey!
pot tale, kinda dont know any. but when i just started smoking i wanted to get some shrooms also (no one would have any) so when i got high with friends they told me about this kid who was really scared taking a mushroom, so he locks himself in his room and trips. he then wakes up in his backgarden naked in a bush, and only thing he could remember was that he was in a desert and penguins were chasing him about, lol now like 3 or 4 other people told this story (just imo exagerated) so yea, mushroom folklore, even if it was one of the most retarded things i have heard :lol:
this isnt a pot folk tale but rather acid folklore. sopposedly this guy went to my friends brothers high school untill this event. anyways so this guy was a real 'do anything he can get his hands onto' kinda guy and had since he was in 7th grade wanted really badly to do acid. anyways years pass hes lookin and lookin trying to find some acid and than one day when hes in 12th grade he finally gets an acid hook up. only see he's known this was probably gonna happen for a month or 2 so he saves up some money and buys 5 sheets. well right after he buys his friend calls him up and tells him theres a big dance/rave going on at his house, everybodies commin and he should too. he puts it in the pocket protector of this really tight shirt and goes to this party. now this is a huge party so when he gets there he finds out a ton of x is goin around and some coke too so he takes 3 or 4 pills and does a line or 2 every hour. a couple of hours into this hes been dancing non stop accept to do more coke so obvisouly hes just sweatin like crazy, i mean just like fuckin drenched. well now heres the fun part, the acid gets absorbed into his system so about halfway threw the night people start asking him if everythings ok and if hes alright cause hes acting really strange but he says hes fine. than out of nowhere he punches a picture and kicks down a door and runs into this room hitting any one who gets near him saying "get back, get back! I'm a massive tub of cool aid, dont fuckin spill me!" well they find the acid in his pocket and drop him off at a hospital. now hes permanently fucked up, like just crazy. he sopposedly still thinks hes the kool aid. now thats acid folklore for the ages my friends.
Anyone try to pass their piece to Smokey? Shit, I would son, and maybe hed pass his ghost weed to you..YOU KNOW THAT SHITS GOTTA BE BOMB, OR HE WOULDNT BE SMOKING IT FOR 50+ years.
That sounds like the story from SLC Punk if anyone has seen it, except for the party and the kool-aid man part. Your story is actually funnier I wish I could temporarily believe I was the Kool-Aid guy that would be tight.
good story, that's fun to read. although it's virtually impossible to go crazy from acid, it doesn't do any brain damage like some people think
