MY NOSE IS HAVING A BREAKDOWN

[rothschild]

I'm going to smoke some weed right now and wish I could blow the smoke in your face, pain in the ass.

I'm a gadfly, what can I say? 


Back in the day I smoked purple weed, which tasted fruity and was mildly halucinogenic. The shit people smoke nowadays is 10-100 times more potent than anything I ever smoked, so it's no wonder people have mashed potatos for brains. When I was 14 I hitched to a yes concert and scored some "purple barrel THC", which was probably horse tranquilizer. Very, very good, as I fondly remember. Had to walk around the coliseum 3 times to get my bearings, then proceeded to get picked up by a carload of homosexuals, which was a bit more than my brain could process. They stopped at a party in Fair Haven, I think, and I politely declined the invitation to go in. Needless to say, the driver of the car was a gentleman who drove 60 miles out of his way to get me home. When I got out he handed me his business card, which read: Timco Party Bartending. Never found myself in need of party bartending services, but I greatly appreciated what he did.

Saw Yes 3 times, on a revolving stage. '76, '77, and '78. Very tight and musically talented band, none better when it came to performing live. Good times.