yard4sale wrote: ↑Mon Jan 22, 2018 10:13 pm
austrotard wrote: ↑Mon Jan 22, 2018 8:51 pm
dude says to the abo 'hey, mate... you've lost a shoe...'
I larfed. I think I’ve bought tweed from that guy back in the day.
"nah. I found one, brudda."
In my high school days we used to drive to haight street to buy weed when our little town was out. You could just walk down the street and about every fifth guy would drop the “buds, doses, shrooms” on you. The art was picking the guy who would really give you what you wanted. Stamps look the same and there wasn’t a lot of inspection time on the tweed.
History lost man....
Much easier in my day. Just had to go to the shady doctors office in the basement of a downtown Oakland office building. Pay the $375 "evaluation" fee (up-front), see the doc for 5 minutes and make sure to drop one of the key word symptoms, "cant sleep" "cant eat" "cancer" they all gotchu what you were after...
I remember walking into a club for the first time at 18, there was a joint being passed around so i'm lit as all hell walking up to the counter where the bud tender would take my order. There were so many options and I was so overwhelmed I just mumbled, pointed and handed her some money... Way more nerve racking than buying from randos on hippie hill. Though the quality was significantly better.