GENESIS 1:29 - God said, "Behold, I have given you every herb yielding seed, which is on the surface of all the earth, and every tree, which bears fruit yielding seed. It will be your food."
"Make the most of the Indian hemp seed,
and sow it everywhere!" - George Washington
Afghani (Indica)
Columbian (Sativa)
Durban (Sativa)
Kush (Hybrid)
Maui (Hybrid)
Nepalese (Sativa)
Oxacan (Sativa)
Thai (Sativa)
Sources: The Big Book of Buds Volumes 1 and 2 by Ed Rosenthal
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If the ocean were weed and I was a duck Id swim to the bottom & smoke my way up But the oceans not weed & Im not a duck so pass the bong & shut the fuck up ......
Friday night, June 6, 1969. The police came to my house and took me from bed and the arms of the love of my life for being a hippie. I was locked in a jail cell for the next seventeen months, with nothing to read except . . . the Bible. (Coincidence? I think not.) No exercise, no sunshine, no music. Except for the futility of it all, and the monumental stupidity of the folks who’d taken charge of running my life, I had a pretty good time. I was housed right across from Timothy Leary’s one-man cell for a while—he was also in for weed—a real honor. I was getting like three years four months and twelve days life experience for every month I was locked up; a better education for the real world it turned out than college.
Having lost all respect for “the authorities”, when I was released on November 7, 1970, with a five-years-to-life sentence to be imposed if I failed to complete five years formal probation, and knowing there was no way I could go that long without doing something more fun than they thought appropriate, I decided to take off and have as much of a life as possible before they got their misguided hands on me again. So living every day like it could be my last, I ended up having a WAY better life than I probably would have had otherwise. I finally wore out this lucky old body and turned myself in, and with the help of a NORML lawyer, I got totally legal in 2003.
I’d now just like to thank the guy who set me and nine other hippies—including his own younger brother—up for drug sales to get off his burglary, resisting arrest, and assault on two police officers charges. Chuck, I don’t know about the rest of the guys, but except for losing Gerri, you did me a good turn. Heh.
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