2008 Ann Arbor Hash Bash photos

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    awesome pics dude.. looks like a fun time
     
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    That it was. a buddy on mine asked how it was, so here's how i described it...

    "My boy, my apologies if my reply is not up to philosophical par, as I am, well, tripping on mushrooms at the moment, in addition to recovering from the Ann Arbor Hash Bash, there I probably smoked a half ounce, in addition to toking with 150+ stoners, old-school-hippies, neo-hippies, punks, preps, jocks, goths, mods, scene kids, giants, midgets, singers, dancers, jokers, philosophers, all tokers, smoking together in unison such that if one stepped a few hundred feet back, one would see a giant cloud of cannabis smoke, gently percolating with a gentle breeze, and several times per second, puffs of smoke adding to the serene cloud. Scores of bodies gathering together on Monroe Street, in defiance, lighting up the sacred herb which our politicians try to make a forbidden fruit. Many instruments of combustion were present there, from the most ghetto of improvised pieces to the most ornate bowls, bongs, steamrollers and one-hitters alike, along with skinny and fat blunts, joints, and suspicious "cigarettes", many of which upon inquisition were found to be spliffs. Strangely enough, I was the only one there with a hookah, though I had plenty enough to go around, gently burning an apple-grape hookah blend, and, well, the other potent substance I mixed in. Music by jam and jazz bands alike, speeches by the pro-legalization types, and a moving rally given by John Sinclair. It was definitely a day to remember, if only we could remember it amongst the smoke of many pounds of grass that were consumed that day. Too bad, that I cannot recall more of that afternoon, because no mixture of words, sounds, or photographs can even begin to scratch the surface of what is was to actually be there in that vertex of space and time."
     

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