High. I'm a pretty good candidate for someone to have claimed to have twisted at least 40 Thousand joints in my years. Jeff, here. A humble metal tiger, who of his years has a few tales to relate.
Like ever'one I've dreamed of creating a book on the struggle for freedom. In as much as I now have a CD out of 2000 Quote Panels, most of the pressure to produce is off. So I can relax and write.
I can tell you of smoking cannabis with some interesting characters, none of whom you'd care to meet, for four and a half decades. Of twenty arrests, three wives and six children. Oh, California, Colorado, Missourah and New York State.
My only care in life is that I look better than my ex's. I'm winning. For pushing sixty, I blame quitting salt decades ago and lifting. And above all philosophy.

I wrote Keep the Mercedes a decade ago. I can only thank the Muses for their visits.
Let me bore you for a few minutes... There is not much worse of a sin than bad writing, still, I'm gonna give you my share. Mayhaps a bad story is better than none. Anywho..
Bout 45 years it is now that I've smoked marijuana and from research and almost experience I can say right here that Cannabis Using gives one three things: Health, Long Life and Eternity. This I can say with 67% assurance.... The Ancients professed it and there has been a sneaking intuitive suspicion of the value for some time here.

What have I smoked. I've smoked brick Mexican, then, in the late 60's, I enjoyed
Columbian - A fifth of the weight was stems and seeds, but the smoke was tangy, pungent and potent. Thai Stick followed and in the mid late 70's at the Playboy Mansion Fundraiser where, near the grotto, I was introduced to Sinsemilla.
The number one first thing I ever learned of smoking was that Nobody call tell if you're high. Gosh, fifteen and a half years old, the end of summer. Working as a busboy at the local Elks Lodge, where my pop was exhausted Rooster, I took off with a friend's older brother to look for life. I was driving the 63 Bel Air wagon. We drove the cruising circuit of my hometown, it had to be approaching midnight. Marcus wave his Rosary (with roach clip) at three folk in a car, who we followed to an apartment. It was a hoot for me, the people were from Europe and I got high. I'll think of more on the subject.

I've never been one to consider anything but standing up for my right. My activism days began in San Franco in the late 70's. Living in the city was a hoot at the time, absolutely electric. I lived on Union street about a block away from the West Coast office of a National Organization. The first Low Priority Initiative Prop W campaigned and won. Cool to meet the suits and State (Third Party) Candidates. I did do a 30 second radio blurb for it. Lots of Concerts and fundraisers. The '76' National Conference in DC was interesting as I was a tad spun at the time.

I've run for office, or better yet, been a Candidate for Public Office five times. Here, January, I'm pondering another run with the DTCA Rx Ban Initiative. Tick, tick & tick. My last run was in '04'. The Dem ran unopposed for the Boulder County Commissioners Seat. I lost miserably with 27,401 votes. I spent $10. I have got to do that again.

Like I said, if I haven't, I've been an officer with the board of local activists in two cities. I've tossed about twenty Smoke-Ins. I'll be leading my Eighth Global Marijuana March, my Sixth in Boulder, this year.

I have burned in a few places.. Been arrested in a few places too. The police won. It took over forty years, but they won. I hate them. Police aren't human. Trained Professional liars. I never saw a Badge, DA or PO in a Boulder Court Room that did not lie. There is not a shred of integrity in the Boulder Colorado Police Force... and very little if any on the bench. Bigots.
The word comes from Old French, referring to those intolerants who'd exclaim 'By Gott'.
The DrugWar is the simple product of hatred. Bigotry is ignorance fueled hated. It is our National Religion. It is small comfort that the drugaddict, my self, is further down on the most hated list that we used to be. All spead by the greatest evil in the world. The Press. I've been a year and a half now, clean and clear... I stopped reading newspapers. And we watch with suitable glee as the moedern ear of the press fades. Next to go would be these vacuous bimbettes of TV News Land.
The DrugWar is the foundation of American Fascism. Where else could a Government run press lead the populi to such socially destructive evil.


Three wives. I've shopping for the next ex-Mrs Christen-Mitchell. This time, I'll marry another hyphenate. So that we can share four last names with three hyphens. I put the third wife's last name before mine for several reasons. It was a sensitive new age guy kinda thing to do.

And the best smoke I ever saw, had to be in Fort Collins bout five years back.Which reminds me. I saw a dude at a Doctor's office trying to get Medical Certification. He said he had a weak back. 'When did you get it?' - 'About a week back'





And at the end of all of it if this has please or informed, terrific. If it has bored, you wouldn't be reading this. It's the least that I can do. And I always do the least that I can do