Oldbay
09-03-2007, 09:57 PM
Hey Lefty, great show as always. I would be happy to send you my Graham Nash CD, but I don't think that is how people usually send you in songs. I think "We can Change the world" or "Chicago" from his songs for beginners album would be a good fit because when you believe, we really can change our world.
Short but funny story growing up. One of my good friends, call him Doug I guess, had one of the "awesome" dads, basically meaning that he always had weed, and smoked enough of it that he would never notice us pinching his bags. The funny part was that even though I practically lived at their house, it was never admitted that he and his wife toked. On one very dry summer weekend (dry having nothing to do with the weather) Doug must have been feeling pretty brave because he pinched the last joint worth out of the stash and left it completely empty. Well we twisted it up and were on our way to take a "walk in the woods" when Doug's Dad started blowing his lid screaming and hollering at Doug and we both knew why. To say the least, I got the hint and took off while Doug got his talking to. I started walking down the street and realized that I was the one holding the last joint and figured I may as well burn it down, as we would be able to get some more by next weekend anyway. So being the lazy stoner I was, I just went back around Doug's house behind the garage and stood there for a minute listening to hear if it had settled down. When I realized it was quiet I lit the lighter to fire up the J and the oddest thing happened. It sounded like the lighter was in stereo. Well around the corner, with his hand behind his back, came Doug's Dad, smoke coming out of his nose. I got a firm "I thought you were going home!", to which I was feeling brave enough to respond, "I thought we took your last Joint"? After a short pause that seemed like forever, he started to laugh. He jokingly called me an a$$hole and passed his joint over. We burned down both of them getting absolutely ripped and joked about how if Doug wasn't such a sneak he could be behind the garage instead of in his room. After a while I went on my way feeling like I had grown up a bit. From that day on, it still wasn't openly acknowledged that any of us were tokers, but we never got any grief about pinching from the stash, and whenever we scored, we would always leave a fair amount back in his nightstand. Haven't seen Doug or his Dad for years, but I am burning one for them now.
- Oldbay
Short but funny story growing up. One of my good friends, call him Doug I guess, had one of the "awesome" dads, basically meaning that he always had weed, and smoked enough of it that he would never notice us pinching his bags. The funny part was that even though I practically lived at their house, it was never admitted that he and his wife toked. On one very dry summer weekend (dry having nothing to do with the weather) Doug must have been feeling pretty brave because he pinched the last joint worth out of the stash and left it completely empty. Well we twisted it up and were on our way to take a "walk in the woods" when Doug's Dad started blowing his lid screaming and hollering at Doug and we both knew why. To say the least, I got the hint and took off while Doug got his talking to. I started walking down the street and realized that I was the one holding the last joint and figured I may as well burn it down, as we would be able to get some more by next weekend anyway. So being the lazy stoner I was, I just went back around Doug's house behind the garage and stood there for a minute listening to hear if it had settled down. When I realized it was quiet I lit the lighter to fire up the J and the oddest thing happened. It sounded like the lighter was in stereo. Well around the corner, with his hand behind his back, came Doug's Dad, smoke coming out of his nose. I got a firm "I thought you were going home!", to which I was feeling brave enough to respond, "I thought we took your last Joint"? After a short pause that seemed like forever, he started to laugh. He jokingly called me an a$$hole and passed his joint over. We burned down both of them getting absolutely ripped and joked about how if Doug wasn't such a sneak he could be behind the garage instead of in his room. After a while I went on my way feeling like I had grown up a bit. From that day on, it still wasn't openly acknowledged that any of us were tokers, but we never got any grief about pinching from the stash, and whenever we scored, we would always leave a fair amount back in his nightstand. Haven't seen Doug or his Dad for years, but I am burning one for them now.
- Oldbay