Grandma Caught Slingin’ Rock

Here’s a lovely little tidbit I found today. I once smoked weed with my buddy’s seventy-five year old grandmother, (“This is some good shit,” she remarked as she inhaled deeply.) but Ms. Ola Mae really takes the cake. I found the article on about.com. The author is Sean O’Reilly.


PENSACOLA, FL -- An 87-year-old Escambia County woman is out of jail after being arrested for selling crack cocaine.

Ola Mae Agee is charged with one felony count of selling cocaine after deputies say she sold a $20 piece of crack to undercover deputies.

The Sheriff's Office conducted an undercover narcotics investigation over the past month in the area of East Desoto Street and Dr. Martin Luther King Drive in Pensacola.

Investigators say surveillance video shows an undercover officer knocking on the back door of Agee's house located on the 900 block of MLK Drive. Deputies say Agee answered the door and took the officer to a room in her house where she retrieved crack from a couch and exchanged it for money.

Investigators believe Agee wasn't the only person selling crack cocaine from her home. Deputies executed a search warrant at Agee's residence on Thursday in their ongoing county-wide narcotics investigation.

Sgt. Ted Roy, a spokesperson for the Sheriff's Office, said deputies suspect the other people who sold crack at Agee's house also sold cocaine from other homes throughout Escambia County. Detectives anticipate making additional drug-related arrests stemming from this investigation.

Family members took Agee to the Escambia County jail so she could turn herself on an outstanding warrant. Roy said Agee was released on her own recognizance because of her age.

Agee had no criminal record prior to her arrest on Thursday.

The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men

The good Doctor and I had been planning a big night out for quite a while, but something, usually employment obligations, always got in the way. Finally, last Friday, we were able to make it work. But the Doctor was concerned that we not lose a single moment in our quest for a proper buzz.

“Let’s start the party in the early afternoon, so we get in bed at a reasonable hour and have something left for the next day,” he suggested. I agreed, and we met up around 3:45 at Scoma’s in Sausalito for a drink. After two vodka-tonics, he suggested we call my connection in the City.

“Can’t do it,” I informed him. “He doesn’t begin his rounds until eight o’clock.”

The Doctor sighed. “Didn’t I tell you I wanted to get started early?”

Not really believing in my new mission, I began scrolling through the numbers in my cell phone for some inspiration. When I came across the Jew, the proverbial light bulb went off over my head. He was always down for a good time, and fairly well connected. I called him and he luckily answered. Even more luckily, he informed me that he was sitting on a gram and a half of blow right there in his apartment.

“We’re coming over,” I said brusquely. He agreed.

Our journey from then on out was a tale in itself, a book of stories and adventures, many of which we will hopefully explore here someday. We drank, we smoked, we talked and danced and sang. We met a motley host of companions, all friendly and full of life. Dealers came and went throughout the evening. What else can be said? It was one of those nights.

And at seven forty-five in the morning, after fourteen hours of partying, back at the Doctor’s house in Sausalito, as the sleeping pill was just kicking in and the last drink was being polished off, I couldn’t help but observe:

“Good thing we got started early, buddy. Now we can truly tackle the day.”

A Quote From George Orwell

"Many people genuinely do not want to be saints, and it is probable that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have never felt much temptation to be human beings."

Slam Dunk

It was my junior year in high school and three of us were walking to a well known and often used wooded area just off campus on the banks of a small, trash laden stream behind the football field to get high. The weed was Melinda’s, a friend I had known since we were five years old. With us also was Caleb, a sophomore and relative newcomer to our expanding group and the lifestyle we were so vigorously pursuing. I remember him in the months that surrounded this day displaying an enthusiasm for his nascent drug use which was sometimes fatuous and at other times absolutely contagious.

We were talking about something as we passed through the basketball courts, and I recall experiencing an odd feeling, like the three of us were somehow outsiders to the scene. At this moment a ball bounced and then rolled my way. I used my foot to stop it, and then picked it up in the manner of a soccer player to get it into my hands. I dribbled the ball a few times. I hadn’t played ball since I flaked on the varsity squad, much to the chagrin of the coach.

“Hey, pass it over here,” on of the guys on the court called out.

I dribbled the ball a few more times, feeling the exterior, rough and worn from outside use.

“You deaf or something,” he called to me again. “I said send it this way.”

I began running toward the hoop, pounding the ball into the concrete. I rose up as I got near and dunked it down with force. It felt good and reminded me of my recent athletic past, which I was not yet consciously aware was gone forever, at least in an organized sense.

The ball fell to the ground and I walked back toward my friends. Caleb was beside himself.

“Awesome, man,” he said, grinning as he patted me on the back. “You give us druggies a good name.”

At the time I was so proud to hear this from one of my mates, because that’s exactly what I was going for. Today this memory is fraught with complexity and paradox and I don’t always know what to make of it.

Classic Anti-Pot Commercial: "I learned it by watching you!"

Okay, folks, one more commercial for the archives. This has to be one of the most memorable anti-pot ads from my youth. I remember wishing that my parents smoked weed. Too bad that wasn't the case.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-Elr5K2Vuo

Great Anti-Drug Commercial: Oh Meth!

I really enjoyed watching this one...hope you enjoy it too. Very catchy tune.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fY1Pl1zGowc

A Quote From Alexander Dumas

"When you return to this mundane sphere from your visionary world, you would seem to leave a Neapolitan spring for a Lapland winter - to quit paradise for earth - heaven for hell! Taste the hashish, guest of mine - taste the hashish!"