I remember the day when a $10 bag was called a "can" in So. Calif, and matchbox was a $10 bag in Georgia, and I even vaguely remember 1968. Anyone that says they really remember 1968 - wasn't really there. Hell, I was even a (reluctant) member of Uncle Sam's Marijuana Connoisseurs back then, but of course that was of the day way before drug testing. Shit, I'd have VOLUNTEEREDfor a drug test if it would have brought me back home from hell back in '71-72.

Now as I stare 60 straight in the teeth i realize that I can't be the only "Senile Old Fart" OOPS!! I mean "Stoned Old Fart in here." Remember the day when you had a choice of which papers to use... Zig Zag wheat, Bugler, or Tops? When you bought a pipe at the drug store, just to pull the plastic bit out and thrown that stupid little paper filer away?

So pull up a rocking chair, or turn your walker around and have a seat on it and get comfortable. I brought the bong, and have a bud or two to put in it. What'cha got to add to the reminiscent conversation?

I'll start it off... I'm living in central Georgia and.. hmmmm... uhhh... errr... well... What the hell were we talking about?
GrowingInGeorgia Reviewed by GrowingInGeorgia on . S.O.F. - Nope, not Soldier of Fortune - just Stoned Old Farts I remember the day when a $10 bag was called a "can" in So. Calif, and matchbox was a $10 bag in Georgia, and I even vaguely remember 1968. Anyone that says they really remember 1968 - wasn't really there. Hell, I was even a (reluctant) member of Uncle Sam's Marijuana Connoisseurs back then, but of course that was of the day way before drug testing. Shit, I'd have VOLUNTEEREDfor a drug test if it would have brought me back home from hell back in '71-72. Now as I stare 60 straight in the Rating: 5