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I remember when,.......
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A handshake was almost as binding as a written contract, and a person's word represented their integrity and worth as a being... wherein fewer went out of their way to fabricate justifications by way of shallow rationalizations in order to shield guilty egos from the reality of culpability.
Edit: Or maybe it was the types of people I chose to hang out with back then, screening social circles with greater scrutiny, seeing the hazards of allowing other less solid folks to be close to me.
Edit: Or maybe it was the types of people I chose to hang out with back then, screening social circles with greater scrutiny, seeing the hazards of allowing other less solid folks to be close to me.
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You have a way with words!
I did some writing for a time and found at a younger age that if I was unable to clarify or articulate why I believed in the things I believed in, then I had no business asserting those beliefs until I'd vetted them for consistency. A 'put up or shut up' confrontational period with the self during the psychedelic era.You have a way with words!
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IT’S LONG DISTANCE…
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CharlesU Farley
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SofaKingStupid
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.35$ gas. .40$ smokes. I think quarts of beer we’re bout .50$.
Il never forget walkin with my bud when we were bout7. We were talkin bout people in the future walkin round outside and talkin on phones. We laughed our asses off like it would never happen. That was round 1968. Oilly Shitt look at me now! Typin into my phone and talkin to whoever I want while I walk around. WOW!
Il never forget walkin with my bud when we were bout7. We were talkin bout people in the future walkin round outside and talkin on phones. We laughed our asses off like it would never happen. That was round 1968. Oilly Shitt look at me now! Typin into my phone and talkin to whoever I want while I walk around. WOW!
everyone takes for granted (probably a safe bet!) that if you hang out with Willie, you've been high, lol. look at Jimmies eyes and shit-eating grin on his face!
i think he's GUILTY! insanely jealous of me. i'd like to burn one with Willie too, even if we WERE on the roof of the White House..
2 for a penny chewing gum. .22 lr and .410 shotgun shells sold by singles, to anyone that asked. cigarettes too. and now, here in that "future" of then personal aircraft can be had, if you want one.
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I remember hopping into my '86 Plymouth Turismo (weak-ass Charger clone, lol) with 2 or 3 buddies after school and heading to the nearest "city", Plattsburgh, NY, an Air Force town at the time, to see my buddy's brother-in-law and scoring commercial crap weed. And loving it!
I remember "biker" hash that would flood across the border every spring. Every piece, from grams to half-kilos, had little dimples on them, from the the pressing process, I guess. The quality varied from year to year, but it was never all that great. Tasted really good (classic "hashish" taste"), and was plentiful and somewhat cheap. $8-10/gram on the street. Don't remember what we were paying for weight, but it got cheaper quickly as you went up. It got really cheap if you went to Montreal to get it, but I wasn't into that, lol.
I remember purple weed that would come across the border periodically throughout the year. Most likely grown in a warehouse in Montreal, this weed was dynamite the first day you smoked it, pretty good the second, and near-worthless the third. Never seen anything like it. It was like instant tolerance!
I could go on forever with stuff like this. I love reading other old heads' stories from the gool ole days. It's the next best thing to being there!
I remember "biker" hash that would flood across the border every spring. Every piece, from grams to half-kilos, had little dimples on them, from the the pressing process, I guess. The quality varied from year to year, but it was never all that great. Tasted really good (classic "hashish" taste"), and was plentiful and somewhat cheap. $8-10/gram on the street. Don't remember what we were paying for weight, but it got cheaper quickly as you went up. It got really cheap if you went to Montreal to get it, but I wasn't into that, lol.
I remember purple weed that would come across the border periodically throughout the year. Most likely grown in a warehouse in Montreal, this weed was dynamite the first day you smoked it, pretty good the second, and near-worthless the third. Never seen anything like it. It was like instant tolerance!
I could go on forever with stuff like this. I love reading other old heads' stories from the gool ole days. It's the next best thing to being there!
Tazmaniac
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@pop_rocks: Hahahaha. Taco Bell, along with Little Caesar's pizza and a local Chinese buffet were our go-to munchies spot back in the day. What I wouldn't give for an enchirito right about now, lol!
Sadly, the mall location of Taco Bell is gone now, relocated to the main drag in town. The Little Caesar's is gone too, moved from the main drag to a strip mall on a side street. The Chinese buffet is as busy as ever.
Sadly, the mall location of Taco Bell is gone now, relocated to the main drag in town. The Little Caesar's is gone too, moved from the main drag to a strip mall on a side street. The Chinese buffet is as busy as ever.
Chinese woofet more like it.
