Monday, March 03, 2014

 

Becoming a Smuggler.

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Kootch and I had some actual experience with the 'Maui-wowie' version of Pot back in about 1980. We were on vacation in Hawaii. It was our one and only 'really expensive vacation.' We took Jenniffer with us because she was too young to leave behind with Kathy and her husband, Mark. We flew over in a DC-10, stayed in Honolulu for a couple of days, then flew to Maui. Maui was boring compared to Honolulu! Anyway, we made a 'pot connection' in Hawaii: some 'Maui-wowie' via a taxi driver/pot dealer.) The plan for the return trip was to let Jenny be 'the mule' carrying the Marijuana. However, (R nostril now dripping mucus) my moral sense intervened at the last minute and I stuffed it into my jacker pocket and thereby became a smuggler.
Back in Denver we compared Maui-wowie with Colombian Gold and found no significant difference. Nowadays, Pot tends to have much higher concentrations of THC (so they say) and (presumably) CBD. It ain't your grandfather's Pot.
And, no, I still haven't tried to buy any legal Pot! Darn it. My current buzz (halfway through beer #4) would be the ideal time! Darn it. Sip. Oh well. Sip. Eleven beers left. Sip.




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