Take a walk with me down Memory Lane... Early mid-Eighties..
In my old neighborhood we had a Universal Greeting -- "Hey man, gotta joint?".
This one grey cloudy day I was walking down the street. I came upon a smoking aquantance from the hood. I was faster on the draw: "Hey man, gotta joint?" Bashfully he tapped his pockets; "No, man. I dont. But I know where to get one.. 2 streets away. Lets go". So we began the short trek..
We arrived at the house and knocked on the back door. The door opened. My smoking buddy spoke to the person at the door and asked if I could enter. After a quick look over at me they said yes. After the obligatory introductions we took seats at the kitchen table. Small talk then smoking buddy asks if they can front him a joint. The lady of the house sends her teenage son to grab one in her bedroom stash.
Son returns with a fat doob and momma lights it. I'm thinking, "Whoah! Thats Skunk Bud!". I have puffed that weed on a few prior occasions.. unmistakable! The heavy stank immediately enveloped the room. Oh yeah, baby. I'm into something good! The Skunk was quite different from what was around before. The most stinkiest bud known to man. If you had a sack double bagged in your pocket and walked into a room everybody knew. Then of course you would hear someone say, "Hey man, you have a joint!".
After her exhale I smiled and said, "Thats the Skunk!" Everyone in the room nodded in agreement. Momma smiled and said, "Oh you know about Skunk weed?" I replied that I smoked it a few times before. Momma proudly said everybody that smokes it loves it. The teenage boy interjects excitingly, "My uncle grows it! Aint that right, momma!" Momma smiles, nods, and said, "Yup, he sure does!".
Now I'm thinking, "Eh, so what. Lots of people grow weed". Then it dawned on me.. Skunk Bud was seedless.. Where did this uncle get the seeds? So, I just had to ask.. "Where did he get the seeds?". Momma said that its a secret and he aint telling. She continues that his weed is famous from coast to coast. I ask, "So what you're saying is that uncle is the originator of Skunk Bud?". "Yes. He. Is." Momma sends the teenager to get the envelope of pictures. At this time my skepticism is running big time.. but hey, the joint gets passed to me.. life is good!
The teenager returns and shows me pictures of plants that appear to be growing at the foot of an inclined hill. Wood frame lean-to's with opaque plastic sheeting over a good number of plants.. pictures and pictures of plants. I said, "Your uncle is a serious grower".. "I told you! Uncle is famous for his weed!"..
Perhaps the look on my face said, "I think you're full of BS". Momma turns to cupboard and pulls out a large green Tupperware bowl from the early 70's. She sits it on the table and removed the lid. Holey Moley did that Skunk just spray up my nose! Inside the bowl there was about 1 1/2 pounds of raggedy untrimmed Skunk Bud. "We just came back from paying him a visit and he gave us a garbage bag full".
So I just had to ask, "Where is he at?".. "West Virginia". I made an in.. or so I hoped when I replied "My momma's side is from West Virginia". Then I sheepishly asked, "Can you take me down there with you? I love weed, I love West By God, and I'd love to meet your uncle!".
The room filled with laughter. Momma smiled and said, "Uncle protects his weed patch with his life. He knows he has something special. He's making more money than he ever has. If anyone other than kin goes into that holler I guarantee they aint making it out of there... shot full of holes and fed to the hogs".
Momma grabbed a handful of the Skunk laying in the bowl and laid it on the table in front of my smoking buddy. My buddy pushed 4 buds in front of me. I picked up the buds, put them in a cigarette pack cellophane, and stashed it in my shirt pocket. Eventually we bid farewell to everyone.
My smoking buddy and I part ways at the driveway. About 5 minutes later another smoking buddy pulls over in his '69 Chevelle. . "Hey man! Get in!". I hop in and the cammed up 396 massaged my body. Immediately he looks at me and says, "Hey man.. I KNOW you have a joint!".
In my old neighborhood we had a Universal Greeting -- "Hey man, gotta joint?".
This one grey cloudy day I was walking down the street. I came upon a smoking aquantance from the hood. I was faster on the draw: "Hey man, gotta joint?" Bashfully he tapped his pockets; "No, man. I dont. But I know where to get one.. 2 streets away. Lets go". So we began the short trek..
We arrived at the house and knocked on the back door. The door opened. My smoking buddy spoke to the person at the door and asked if I could enter. After a quick look over at me they said yes. After the obligatory introductions we took seats at the kitchen table. Small talk then smoking buddy asks if they can front him a joint. The lady of the house sends her teenage son to grab one in her bedroom stash.
Son returns with a fat doob and momma lights it. I'm thinking, "Whoah! Thats Skunk Bud!". I have puffed that weed on a few prior occasions.. unmistakable! The heavy stank immediately enveloped the room. Oh yeah, baby. I'm into something good! The Skunk was quite different from what was around before. The most stinkiest bud known to man. If you had a sack double bagged in your pocket and walked into a room everybody knew. Then of course you would hear someone say, "Hey man, you have a joint!".
After her exhale I smiled and said, "Thats the Skunk!" Everyone in the room nodded in agreement. Momma smiled and said, "Oh you know about Skunk weed?" I replied that I smoked it a few times before. Momma proudly said everybody that smokes it loves it. The teenage boy interjects excitingly, "My uncle grows it! Aint that right, momma!" Momma smiles, nods, and said, "Yup, he sure does!".
Now I'm thinking, "Eh, so what. Lots of people grow weed". Then it dawned on me.. Skunk Bud was seedless.. Where did this uncle get the seeds? So, I just had to ask.. "Where did he get the seeds?". Momma said that its a secret and he aint telling. She continues that his weed is famous from coast to coast. I ask, "So what you're saying is that uncle is the originator of Skunk Bud?". "Yes. He. Is." Momma sends the teenager to get the envelope of pictures. At this time my skepticism is running big time.. but hey, the joint gets passed to me.. life is good!
The teenager returns and shows me pictures of plants that appear to be growing at the foot of an inclined hill. Wood frame lean-to's with opaque plastic sheeting over a good number of plants.. pictures and pictures of plants. I said, "Your uncle is a serious grower".. "I told you! Uncle is famous for his weed!"..
Perhaps the look on my face said, "I think you're full of BS". Momma turns to cupboard and pulls out a large green Tupperware bowl from the early 70's. She sits it on the table and removed the lid. Holey Moley did that Skunk just spray up my nose! Inside the bowl there was about 1 1/2 pounds of raggedy untrimmed Skunk Bud. "We just came back from paying him a visit and he gave us a garbage bag full".
So I just had to ask, "Where is he at?".. "West Virginia". I made an in.. or so I hoped when I replied "My momma's side is from West Virginia". Then I sheepishly asked, "Can you take me down there with you? I love weed, I love West By God, and I'd love to meet your uncle!".
The room filled with laughter. Momma smiled and said, "Uncle protects his weed patch with his life. He knows he has something special. He's making more money than he ever has. If anyone other than kin goes into that holler I guarantee they aint making it out of there... shot full of holes and fed to the hogs".
Momma grabbed a handful of the Skunk laying in the bowl and laid it on the table in front of my smoking buddy. My buddy pushed 4 buds in front of me. I picked up the buds, put them in a cigarette pack cellophane, and stashed it in my shirt pocket. Eventually we bid farewell to everyone.
My smoking buddy and I part ways at the driveway. About 5 minutes later another smoking buddy pulls over in his '69 Chevelle. . "Hey man! Get in!". I hop in and the cammed up 396 massaged my body. Immediately he looks at me and says, "Hey man.. I KNOW you have a joint!".
Last edited:
