August 24, 2004
a big, fat joint
I smoked some ganja when I was in Jamaica back in February. I hadn't tried any in a long time, but I was emotionally disturbed and in a real give-a-shit mode a few months ago. I took a few slashes off the old bong-pipe. Naw, that's not true. I sucked the GUTS out of that pipe and drank the water, too. Yeah, I inhaled.
I didn't enjoy it that much. The smoke made me stupid, sleepy and hungry. I believe that I disgusted my travel-partner with my behavior, but I didn't care at the time. I was in full self-destruct procedure. And I am GOOD at that.
I haven't done such a thing since, not even in Costa Rica where EVERYTHING is available for a price.
I wonder what ever happened to my college room-mate's old 1962 Dodge Dart? We tried to kill that car numerous times, but it had the Suffering Slant Six engine and the heart of a lion. It once spent two days under water with nothing but the roof showing. We dragged it out, changed the oil and put fresh gas in it and the sumbitch cranked right up and went chugging down the road.
It dried out and smelled like an old sweatsock, but we didn't mind. It still ran. We smoked enough reefer in that car to marinate the damned thing. That's why I wonder where it is today. You could cut out a roof panel and roll a big, fat joint out of it.
You smoke it. I don't care to.
Hey guy lets talk about documentation. That is exactly what you are doing here. While I enjoy your writing on a personal level you are hanging yourself as far as your son is concerned. You are documenting yourself out of your son bud!
Everything you read here is a lie. That's my story and I'm sticking with it.
Chrysler made some great cars back then in addition to the muscle cars. My friend had a Plymouth Duster we couldn't kill. It would not die. Backed it into the boat ramp water 4 feet deep a hundred times, it was finally a pile of rust. With a smooth-running engine. He drove it to Tuscaloosa when we graduated. Never saw him or it again.
Well, Acidman did tell us a little while back that he was going to throw some bullshit in there between the truths. As far as I'm concerned it's a lie!
I miss the old Warwagon. '77 Dodge Aspen wag with the 225ci slant 6. Took that sumbitch all over Texas, and over into Loozianna on liquor runs more time than I can count.
Got laid in it, camped in it, and had the pleasure of watching in the rearview mirror as a Datsun split itself in half when it impacted on my trailer hitch at 30 mph. Bent my hitch just a bit. I love land yachts.
That engine can die, though. All it takes is a faulty oil pressure sensor, a ding in the oil pan, and a hot hot summer.
It wasn't all bad. I "moved up" to a '74 Dodge Dart with a 318 V8. All the reliability, and twice the speed.
I had a 64 dart. It's probably still running somewhere. My god, but that was an ugly car.
Mine smelled of White Castles. Before I got it.