motaloca
Member
Lost my uncle, he was the only other blacksheep in the family. With blacksheep I mean not following the norm.
His addiction to alcohol took him away. He was an original hippy, made the overland trip from Europe to India many times, lived in Afghanistan told me many stories about this once so friendly place.
But his favorite places were Sri Lanka and India.
He was the only other family member to grow and smoke weed. I had my first whitey from some affy plants given to me on my 16 birthday what made my mom furious. lol
We hadjust started smoking and were always smoking low quality marrocan, I told my uncle that weed was just not strong enough for me. He gave me a baggy and warned me. I didn't listen.lol
I remember when I was back home for the holidays , we were smoking some nice afghan hash and talked about asia on the balcony while the others were getting drunk and started fighting.
My first clear memory of him was my 5th birthday, he was living in a hippy comune and mom aloud me to stay there for a couple a days I loved it. On my birthdat he asked me what I wanted to do , I said I want to have a fancy dress party and fries so the whole commune dressed up even more strange and went to the village restaurant.
I miss you, your art, your cooking, your thoughts, your love.
R.I.P.
His addiction to alcohol took him away. He was an original hippy, made the overland trip from Europe to India many times, lived in Afghanistan told me many stories about this once so friendly place.
But his favorite places were Sri Lanka and India.
He was the only other family member to grow and smoke weed. I had my first whitey from some affy plants given to me on my 16 birthday what made my mom furious. lol
We hadjust started smoking and were always smoking low quality marrocan, I told my uncle that weed was just not strong enough for me. He gave me a baggy and warned me. I didn't listen.lol
I remember when I was back home for the holidays , we were smoking some nice afghan hash and talked about asia on the balcony while the others were getting drunk and started fighting.
My first clear memory of him was my 5th birthday, he was living in a hippy comune and mom aloud me to stay there for a couple a days I loved it. On my birthdat he asked me what I wanted to do , I said I want to have a fancy dress party and fries so the whole commune dressed up even more strange and went to the village restaurant.
I miss you, your art, your cooking, your thoughts, your love.
R.I.P.