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koshea
10-11-2004, 10:11 PM
hey ive decided to let my own uncle tell his story on here, so here he is, Chris:

Hello, i am Chris, i am 39, and i hear my nephew has been tellign you stories from when i was a teen and up into my 20's. well me and him have decided to let me tell the last story to you before i have to leave (im a truck driver for werner trucking inc.) and i dont have a computer in my truck. anyways on to the story of the 70's that ill never forget.

i was 16, and i was young an nieve, shit, im 39 and im still nieve, im halfway to the grave but i dont really care, im living life the way i like.

i was 16 years old living in a small city in new york. we had just recieved a new piece of equiptment called a traffic light. that plus the 1 stopsign in town created mass havoc...sadly...people just wernt uesd to having to stop on red and go on green...however i had been going on green for years, but a different kind of green. in my town no one really ever did anything. it wasnt even untill the late 1970s like 79' and even 80' that drugs were being used knowingly in the community (possibly due to our smokeouts). nothing was known of them. my mother was a religous woman who referd to pot as the devil plant, or satans tobacco. up until i was 10 i believed her and i was scared for my eternal soul, but then i tried it becuse of my rebellious brother and got a whole new preception on life. it wasnt the devils weed, it was angel grass, made you feel so uplifted and happy. i was known around town for being a drug addict and everyone thought i was some sort of crack cocaine addicted murderous thief simply becuase of pot. in this summer, the summer of 1979, my life would change forever

living in a town where there is nothing to do, and you having pounds of homegrown skunk in your barn, it is very difficult to not smoke it. but also, being stoned off your ass on a farm is something everyone should experiance. chickens for one are a major trip, they make noise and you cant catch them for the life of you, but the best thing was our goat heidi. heidi wasnt any ordinary goat, heidi was a party goat, she would down a gallon of beer in 2 minutes and wait for another one to be served to her, but that bitch got out of hand. me and my brother jeff (yes the one who went with me to jamaca) had a sandwhich bag, a large one, with a qp of skunk in it one day, we rolled some blunts from my fathers cigars and were toking in teh barn when we herd somone, we were scared it was our dad so we jumped off the hayloft and ran to the barn door. it was heidi, and she had just eated a qp of skunk.
she seemed fine, but around 30 min. later she became very erratic and agressive, she ran into everything, causing hundreds of dollars in destruction, which i had to explain to my dad why sahe was acting this way. if i didnt he would have labeled her posessed and put her down, instead he put me down...under house arrest.i was stuck, indoors, all day and all night..well..."all night"...i soon realized that being under house arest was only a mental constriction, why dont i just, leave, and come back without them noticing? so that night i got dressed, and jumped out onto a hickory tree upon which i always keped a birdhouse full of j's to smoke any time day or night. i grabbed 5 or so and went to a party id herd about around school (at this time people i knew smoked weed and we all popped shrooms like m&m's)
so i went to the house and half of the people were passed out and the other half wernt there. there was what i thought was flour all over the floor. turns out somone stole a brick of stuff called cocaine and everyone was stoned and ran away, everyone else was high from weed and passed out. it was a bummer party untill i did 3 lines of coke. from then on i sold, i sold coke and weed, and i even started selling stuff i made called poke pot with coke on it, which is now called priemo accoriding to my nephew. one night, when i was sneaking out to make a deal of about an ounce of poke to a kid at school when i passed the barn and herd a spark, i figured it was jeff pinching my stash...i walked in just to spook him, and get a chuckle, but it was my dad, smoking my pot...i made him explain, like a messed up role reversal situaltion from hell, i asked him what he was doing and he told me one night he was walking through our apple orcherd before bed and found remains of what he knew as pot from me. he decided instead of running like a wild banshee too me and screaming he would see waht all the fuss was about, and he loved pot, he would often sneak off to the barn and get a bowl for his tobacco pipe. keep in mind my mom speaks of this as if it is growing from the devils palm and my father smokes it now. now is where the story comes full circle. the truth coems out and we learn my mom has had a similar incident. she found a whole j and thought it was a cigarette rolled up. she smoked it and would often pinch my stash as well and my parents were keeping their dirty secret from eachother and still being anti drug to me. soon my mom started letting me have acid partys and pot sessions around a bonfire, she started being lax, my dad never cared much anyways just wanted to please my mom. this is the story of the summer of my life, there is more details but im not a good writer and ill just tell my nephew and he will tell yo if you want

-chris

imagoober
10-11-2004, 11:34 PM
no that sound like a good time, and having your parents pinch your stash, thats priceless. i wish more shit like that would happen now a day, instead your parents would probley turn you in, flush your stash and send you to rehab even though they did the same shit. great story!

MR. NICEGUY
10-11-2004, 11:41 PM
Dude, im ripped off my ass right now and this story just lite up my day like lighting a j for the first time, i couldnt even imagine how fucking amazing it was back in the 70's when everyone wasnt so damn focused on reality TV shows and how drugs ruin your life and was focused on the one thing that opend your mind and made you feel like the most incredible piece of matter on earth. Thanks for the story and keep them coming

2 J's A DAY WILL KEEP YOUR PROBLEMS AWAY

givemesomeweed
10-12-2004, 01:30 PM
i wouldve sat down wit my dad and smoked a bowl with him if i found him pinching my stash

koshea
10-13-2004, 12:13 AM
was your dad a man you had up untill that point in time known as an extremely religous man and totally anti-drug? can you immagine the shock that must have been....