Live Stoner Chat January 2019

[Mike20132]

I just put down half a joint for a minute, forgot it that quickly, and then proceeded to roll another one and start smoking it.
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I have a pint mason jar filled with roaches. A lot of them got there for the same reason.

 

[Mike20132]

 

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[Mike20132]

This is one of those covers that makes me smile..

 

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[Mike20132]

With this, I bid you all goodnight.

Sleep well, friends and family

 

[Mike20132]

 

[Mike20132]

G'nite!

 

[RivetGrrl]

Well bloody hell, don't check in the AM and miss everything it seems. And off to bed now, it's almost the witching hour.

I imagine there are some particulars when it comes to individual states, but it's pretty much legal (or at least, rarely prosecuted) to grow opium poppy. As long as you don't get caught milking the pods, you get left alone. Also, growing an acre might be a bit suspicious, but like I said in general its ignored. At least around here

I haven't looked into those, but my folks used to have them growing in the alley and they would self-seed and come back every spring, until some arsehole took every last seed pod and no more poppies. Guess that can happen to back lane flowers...

Back in the early 70s I met some Miwok California Indians in a bar and befriended them (I thought). We had drinks together on several occasions in the bar and one night they invited me to go to the sacred site by the lake for a traditional spirit meeting. I thought it was really cool. They had a sweat lodge and gave me a big dose of peyote. It made me so sick for the first half hour I thought they poisoned me. I meet my spirit god a "Silver Woolf". I hallucinated a lot of stuff. The next morning I woke up facing the rising sun with my head stuck in the crotch of a tree and my feet just barely touching the ground. I could not get myself out of the tree. What seemed like hours passed when a park ranger pulled up (he was indian); He helped me get out of the tree. He told me he checked the area on a regular basis for stupid white people that the indians had fun with. He warned me not to go back to the bar as they would be a lot less friendly in the future. I never went back. I also never took peyote again either.

Bloody hell, glad I found this one
I'm thinking things could have turned out far worse for you although nearly getting hung sounds pretty close..