Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Grandpa Dust
Been busy lately, but something that got a lot of newsplay reminded me of an embarrassing story that happened to me a few years ago. A friend of mine offered me a joint (that I thought was a tobacco cigarette) that turned out to be laced with what he said was "grandpa dust". I thought "grandpa dust" meant PCP, so I took a couple drags. He told me later it was literally grandpa dust, the ashes of his grandfather. Since then, I no longer smoke anything given to me by someone else. I'll sprinkle my own PCP on cigarettes, thank you very much.
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Coming from Keith, this doesn't surprise me in the least. Is that really him or his foam latex "Spitting Image" look alike?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Land_of_Confusion
I smoked a piece straw once. The real kind, not the plastic kind. Dumb idea.
Every time you have a posting drought it's usually because you are busy working. So congratulations on whatever new thing you have going.
I just get back from "Swisher blog" rehab and you cause me to relapse.
Thanks alot, Laura.
I'll send you the bill next time I go in.
I'd smoke my Grandfather in a doob. Without question. He's a magnanamous entity and 'twas from his loins me and mine sprung. We'll, not the mine part so much. Anyway I'd prefer to smoke than snort him.
Hope your well Laura - summer is comin' - get busy!
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