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Comedy, Cocaine and Cable TV

by Robbie Jones Saturday Night Live 
producer Marci Klein SNL
Sara Seth glanced up at the marquee on west 68th from the inside of the Hilton Hotel. 10 minutes to show time! Famous comedian famous comedian am I said she to the empty  bar. She watched as the stepladder was placed in front of the marquee – the workman in white pulling each letter from the metal marquee. New film, new star.

Every Friday a new picture.
 “Film star, all of us could be film stars.. I just know it – SARA
IF YOU WOULD TRY HARDER –“ Sarah sipped at a coke and
Bacardi rum to the end sucking nosily. Her Mother’s voice echoing.
Try harder. Do better. Useless all of you except for Sara. Sara did a
show and brought in 50$. Mrs. Seth lighting a cigarette and shifting
in the heavy upholstered chair. Her pudgy face turning as she shook
her dark hair.  “I just want what’s best. For all of you.” She inhaled
and looked around at her handsome husband and daughters. She
dismissed Shelly and called for Sara to sit with her. Lesley left and
the other arm went around Sara.  There was nothing to do at this point
except to hear the crickets and kids playing from the open window at their
New Hampshire home.  It was late. Sara had gotten a gig doing stand up.
Shelly her Dad had found a 5 day job bricking up a wall at a rich neighbors home.

Lesley had handed over her babysitting money to her Mother, reluctantly.
All the cash was in her hand as she counted and recounted. Everyone
had to hand over their cash to Mrs. Seth.
“Baby do you need something?”
 Sara nodded yes and stared out the window to the trees, the roads
to town, the night sky with a star shining. Her long brown hair was parted
to the side and her face was small and handsome. Everyone said she
resembled her father with his ‘handsome movie star looks’ and it was true Shelly was the most handsome man in town. As Sara had grown up and watched as woman after woman threw themselves at Shelly.  She had also watched as he, at times had indulged in some back seat fucking behind his wife’s back.

Sara had learned one thing. Women would do anything for sex from a handsome man.  And the more he played them, the more they wanted it.
Shelly always had his pudgy devoted wife and in the New England town
on Fridays and Saturdays while they were all at the movies or the
Lakeshore diner he escaped his drab life in a 20$ hotel room with
a bar maid.  Or in the backseat of a car with the wife of a friend
“Baby do you need anything?”
“Mommy I want 25$ half from my gig. Please.”
“You were funny?”
“He said I’m really funny and I rocked the house. I did Mommy.
I can do another show next Friday. I get a free drink and a meal $50”
“You’re kidding me-“
“No Mommy he hired me- I want my 25$”
“Darling you got hired?”
A huge grin appeared on her face and her pudgy arms wrapped
around her daughter in a hug. ”Hired. 50$ every Friday. Finally!
One of you has some guts. I knew you were a somebody.
Lesley will never amount to anything! Shelly is shit. You
my angel, are something.“
Sara rocked in her Mother’s arms. The room exactly the same as it had
been since she was a child. Same chairs, same bookcase with
scattered chipped teapots and cups and plates. A framed photo on the wall.
A lumpy sofa at the wall. The window open to a New England summer night.
Sara had sex with the manager after her show. It was over quickly.
And he had hugged her in much the same way her Mother was now.
He was handsome and married but he gave her the gig and
looked and looked at how beautiful and smart she was. He
had kidded and joked with and hired her to bus tables and host.
It all ended up in  back room with a single bed and creaking bed springs.
It didn’t matter it was job security and she knew she was funny and the
crowd at the bar had actually liked the show. Goodbye cleaning hello affair
with a married man and hello stand- up comedy.  The Friday before her
Mother had slapped her face hard when she mentioned money. Sarah Seth
  was making it. 35$  100$ Hiding it, giving her Mom some and feeling better.
New shirts, a new skirt.  Cologne. Anything seemed too expensive.
Shelly had finally admitted he had spent all his money on food & beer.
“Hired. A real comedian.”
“Yes Mommy – and I want 25$”
“Sure kid here.”
Her Mom folded the twenty and five into her hand and kissed her.
Hugged her again. Finally her Mother wasn’t angry every day.
The old 3 bedroom home was paid for and it was just
utility gas and food they needed. Sara was seventeen and had
a closet of clothes. Her sister had the same but her Mother had
been beyond angry all week. Finally she was happier.
“Come on baby, let’s have a drink an celebrate”
Sara stood and looked out the window. Her Mother led her to
the back kitchen and pulled her inside, softly locking the door.
The marquee back on 68th street was changed to HippyLand.Same as she called her summer house in New Hampshire.

Pot, hot tubs, bring your little brothers and sisters up.

All welcome and all of us best friends. Forever Hippies.

The new poster up and the ladder being turned. Sara Seth was
looking out the window. Her Mother had died earlier that month.
Lung cancer and a fight over some bags of pot on the table. 
A lump on her neck, a tumor behind. Her Father Shelly had died as well.
As soon as she started dealing they had gone.  Dead.  Sara thought quickly of a joke.

Mommy, what zodiac sign smokes the most. Cancer. She smiled and
laughed. Finished the Bacardi and shook the ice. 11pm and showtime!
Let them wait a few minutes.  Sara Seth was always funny.
Her show always rocked the house.  The Marquee had changed
and her Mom was gone.  Woodstock and now HippyLand..
A new star, new film every Friday.  Sara looked at her list
of ten jokes and quickly left the empty bar.
Sara Seth glanced up at the marquee in Vegas 10 minutes to show time! Famous comedian famous comedian am I said she to the empty bar. She shook her hair back and ordered a quick rum & coke. The bartender winked at her and she  looked at her list of ten jokes. Winner winner winner –
talk while – look at room – winner winner winner talk winner winner winner  
annnnd end joke.  Holy shit Vegas crowd! Sarah shrugged. Sarah Seth was
always funny. She thought back earlier that day up in her hotel room.
She woke up at 12 ordered breakfast, ate and went to the pool and wasted an afternoon on the phone and looking at the staff. Ordering anything and everything. More ice, colder glass, another water – keep them busy Sarah thought. Vegas Vegas Vegas. Ooooh babyyy playing thumping in background.  She looked at her ten jokes. Play this crowd – play them same as the Comedy Cellar crowd.  Deb her waitress was near. Deb Mimosa!

For awhile I thought that was her name.  Sara looked at the email from Sydney.  Her screenplay was being done. Compromise, some days we play Abba some days we play Neil Diamond. We must all melt a bit and  not be so cold .  Sydney always said that.  Later Sydney. As she looked at her fragile face in her hotel mirror she had thought of her early days in comedy. So happy walking down Macdougal street in Manhattan. To all the comedy clubs and cafes. Everyone out, couples everywhere.

 She got gig at the cellar right off, shaking hands and talking her way in.
No back rooms it was just be funny.  It was always crowded at the cellar and a strict 2 drink minimum kept it busy.  Pressured to perform she took the stage and bombed with her first joke and just kept talking.  The crowd hardly noticed and finally she said something funny. A wave of laughter rocked  her and she got right back on. Dirty jokes.

Fine got them and she just kept on. She had her guitar  and could always play a bit and talk to her crowd but it was crowded. They wanted to laugh  and she always knew a few dirty jokes. Two minutes into it she relaxed and kept being sexy dirty and quick. Laughter. Applause. Laughter. They loved her and finally the host waved, set done
and she waved and applause. A moment to savor and she stood and grinned. Hopped off the stage. Asked for a free drink at the bar.  Got a draft beer and went to the back.
 Got it. Got it. 
On the phone and a call to her Mother. Mom. How was it baby? Come home tomorrow. Mom. The years had gone, gone where. Seven years later in her hotel room in Vegas thinking of the comedy cellar. Looking at a stranger in the mirror. Sara Seth.
Her face was hard. Her eyes pools of black. Shark eyes.  So much had happened.
Her face was  hard. My Mother is dead. She said aloud. Shot in the head. I should
have stayed in bed. She looked around. View. Cool breezy Vegas. Big bed
and towels on the floor. She had the cash and could have a party later that night.
Her hand hurt. She had thrown a glass in anger earlier. Sure. A party. 
She looked again at the stranger in the mirror. Forget it. She smiled and
took a deep breath. Sara Seth was always funny. The marquee said headliner
and she was making good money.  Funny. That was done. She had learned that
way back at the comedy cellar. Seven years gone. Gone where.
Sydney this is so funny you wrote this? 
But yes, of course. Really?
It’s so funny – it’s hilarious. Did you get your bonus?
Sydney Lewis waved her check at her co-worker at the silicon valley start up.
A program built in Gerard’s parents basement went to 3 people working in his garage
shrink wrapping packages to a 200+ company with Gerald in sunglasses constantly
talking on the phone and his high school friend Sydney marketing itune APPS
 to teens in California. Text to Guru Gerard,  let’s do a Mork and Mindy APP.
Lewis.  Annnnnnnnnnnnd Send !And Sydney pulled her hair back into a
pony tail and pulled on a worn sweater over her button down shirt. A tan skirt and
Outside to the warm California evening. It was a long day, they had done it.
They had sold the company. All the meetings and handshaking and meetings
 and phone calls paid off.  Meetings and meetings!
A thirteen million dollar sale and Gerard was happy driving off to meet his
masseuse whom Sydney was sure was gay and Gerald well, he built the program.
If he wanted a massage from a blonde surfer guy – for sure. Gerard was so lonely.
All he did was work and Sydney was happy he had a friend. Everyone in the
company had gotten a bonus from the sale and it was over. Namesdomain Inc.
was over. Swallowed up acquired by large looming shark Ashton-Tate.  Emails to everyone. All Gerard’s friends back from MIT in Boston.  The ring
bearer has fulfilled his quest!  My kingdom for windows DOS!  All the worlds
a stage and we are just world of warcraft players. What did Diana Ross say to
her tech support team- where are my back ups!  All Sydney did all day long at the hippy computer company was make jokes. Jokes riddles puns limericks long rambling jokes short witty remarks – as if it were Wisecracks Inc. all day. Sydney had a strange ability to get people laughing so hard tears came. They fell off chairs and sometimes they laughed so hard they peed.  It was a unless talent in the software industry  but it was also becoming apparent Sydney would rather be writing jokes than device driver code and answering never ending tech support calls.
 This is funny. You should be in comedy.
 They always said that and she just always smiled and looked down.
Comedy. The big C. Laughter, like a tumor it was, humor.  Mary Tyler Moore moments, joke books and all  the television. Sydney had watched every sitcom ever.
 The green backyard at her Mom’s house with it’s sliding glass doors.
The television room and a tv guide.  Peaceful and tranquil for devoting herself to watching, detailing, analyzing every sitcom  ever. Newhart  Sanford and Son  Maude   The Jefferson’s  Mary Tyler Moore Rhoda  Sonny & Cher Good Times Faulty Towers Benny Hill  Mash  Barney Miller  Facts of Life  Family Ties  Prince of Bel Air  The Courtship of Eddy’s Father Bridget & Bernie  
One Day At A Time  Donny & Marie  The Smothers  Brothers  Laugh Inn.
Every cheap and cheesy thrown together or perfectly produced show
that had aired Sydney had seen most of. Most episodes. TV dinner I am there!
Her Mother read all the time, her Father traveled with an executive job
and Sydney had only two sisters and they kept busy with boyfriends and
 high school teams.
Boring, banal, hours upon hours of nothing but television and cups of tea,
soda, coffee, a large open patio with crickets to walk and take a break and
then back to it. More tv. Episodes of Twilight Zone. Late night Mary Hartman
Mary Hartman.  Johnny Carson.  His guest hosts including Joan Rivers. Hilarious!
 A cat curled up near Sydney. And of course SNL every Saturday night.  
WPIX channel 11 news with it’s harrowing accounts of New Yorkers braving
everything!  Hookers in Times Square, junkies in the village, dow market
crashed again! The same newscasters, same hair, suit tie coats
and 11:29 pm channel 4 NBC the peacock and those tense moments.
A bowl of popcorn near. Is Saturday Night Live on? Is it a good one? A rerun?  
Moments and then Chevy on stage and laughter a pratfall and Live From New York!
It’s Saturday night! Theme music and the not ready for prime
time players! Garrett Gilda Jane Larraine Chevy John Dan Bill Murray!
 And Don Pardo announcing  your host for this evening is Buck Henry!
He hosted all the time and usually had a funny crawl in his
monologue. Hello I’m Buck Henry da da da da and then these words would
start on screen – ‘ a crawl’ on the screen saying totally opposite of what he was
 saying. ‘Oh tonight’s show the actors are such and such and really you wouldn’t
 believe the lunch they gave us today’ on and on and on – so funny.
Saturdays were important to Sydney. Starting early in the morning with
every Bugs Bunny cartoon,  Daffy Duck, Tweety Bird, Elmer Fudd, Speedy Gonzalez
and Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner episode she could cram in.
Then helping her Mother with shopping. A drive to the supermarket
and walking around talking and picking up TV dinners and cereal, milk butter eggs salads
having fun and shopping. Her Mother was so popular and she let Sydney watching TV
all the time. Later on Sydney had seen an ABC television ad jokingly saying 
8 hours day of television a day,  that’s all we ask – and  Sydney had agreed.  
There was no such thing as too much television if anyone had ever asked Sydney
 growing up. If anything, more cheesy Solid Gold Dancer shows.
Television! Her childhood had been a summers at a tennis & swim club,
playing cards & picking blackberries, frisbee and endless pizza parties.
Year after year with the same kids same friends same parents same blackberry
bushes near the same swim club. Her bike parked with the others, never locked.
The white stone wall of the club and entrance. Sydney knew almost everyone at the club.
She went alone or with her family and there was always something to do.
Ping pong. Cards. Swim team. Sitting with the diving team and throwing
tennis balls at the boys. Everyone was friends and there were rows and
rows of lawn chairs. Everyone in a swim suit. Relaxed. Smoking. Reading the paper.
Tennis gear out. Reading magazines. It was a mellow club. Mostly Jewish but
 with a few Scandinavians and Italians and us leprechauns Sydney thought
 with a laugh. Riding down the path near the grass and past the back drive
 chain and up the hill to her Moms home. Hair wet and a towel around her neck.  
Bike in garage and door to playroom to walkway to patio her Mother
 siting reading a book, smoking and a smile as she entered. How was the swim club?
Sydney’s mother was always happy. A sexy Sagittarius with dark hair to her
 shoulders, in shirts and a short skirt. She had escaped Ohio with a good marriage
bought a home with 10,000$ down 200 feet from an elementary school and
had three kids. Done. She played tennis, swam, shopped at Lord & Taylor
and did an occasional acting part at the Sterling farms golf theater. She had
stenography training growing up and could memorize a short book word
 for word. Sydney’s Mother was sensible and funny. She loved her husband,
her daughters and that was it. She graduated high school and had the
steno thing wrapped up. Everyone liked her she waved to everyone in
the supermarket and flirted when she cashed checks at the supermarket office,
 talking with the men. They all laughed and she waved and shopped and
drove away. A actress who had somehow skipped ahead and went right to
a happy home in Connecticut. Always smoking and laughing.
‘How was the swim club Sydney? and a hug and cups of Lipton tea everywhere.
 Regina.  Twenty years later Sydney looked at the Malibu coastline as she
took PCH up to Topanga.  The bus was empty except for some spanish workmen
and one surfer. 8000$ and free. Her Mother had  passed away from lung cancer
years back.  All those cartons of Benson & Hedges. Lighters and ashtrays.
Sydney had joked in her stand up routine ‘Lung Cancer – it’s the way!
You can smoke to the very last day and it keeps you thin. Here’s my ashtray
‘I’ll quit tomorrow!’ Sydney had smoked and then stopped. California was
 so healthy and there was wheatgrass everywhere. A few shots and the
craving was gone. After three days she just let it go.
And she kept busy Sydney had always worked in offices. She got into computers.
 Her sisters had married  and her Father re-married briefly before lung cancer
 got him as well. Sydney thought of a joke.
If only you had watched more television Dad.  The Malibu coastline loomed,
beautiful and wild.  She was living with a guy she was designing a front end for.
His program was getting noticed and  his Father had put up some seed
money for his on-line dating site. Sydney had a knack forgetting things done quickly
and smartly. She had free rent from him. A sofa near the window. She talked over
the design with him and they worked beautifully together and Neil was aiming
for a big sale and needed a coach. Sydney was a pretty good coach and 
had a knack for telling jokes and being mellow and not clingy. She had finally
found a coffee bar in Santa Monica  where she pushed herself on stage and got
through 10 jokes with her friend Cynthia at the bongos.  The crowd laughed 
she had re-enacted an episode of Hawaii 5 O. Book ’em Danno was her last joke.
It got laughs and applause. Done.  Sydney had a coffee after with a shot of tequila in it.
Comedy comedian  comedy. She was drifting into it and liked it. Software
was a breeze and there was a job offer up in San Francisco. Sydney would fly up,
 book into a youth hostel. 25$ a night breakfast included. Find a cute guy from
the Netherlands  or Australia and get laid. Have dinner with him and everyone at the
communal table later and never say a word about it. Go out to the pub crawl
 and talk with Europeans and complain, laugh joke and stay up all night.
Adios LA.  Hello beautiful Swedish accents, cable cars and long breakfast at

11 am or 12.  I’m a night owl honey – I sleep all day long. A Carly Simon sketch.
Carly would love the hostel! For sure Carly would. Comedy. Sometimes Sydney
 thought of New York. She had met a extra on SNL and written sketches for him.
 She dated him and loved his name, Evan a 6 foot tall African American.
He was funny and young and Sydney had even thought what a good couple they
were walking in sheep’s meadow Central park. She fell sort of in love with him
and his funny t-shirts thick black glasses and New York preppy aggressive style.
She wrote him into some sketches and they were good. She knew it. And they got
along so well she just thought, marry this guy totally! Well, sort of err yes.

He had liked acting and then some neighbor told him all sorts of things about Sydney
and the whole thing was swept away by a flight he took to LA. He just went with another
woman. The sketches were left. Sitting there ready and waiting for SNL.
Funny, printed, neat. They lingered in her west village flat until her last day
before the flight. She had gone to Rockefeller center on a lark and gone ice
skating all day. Then took the flight back. Wondering.  Comedy. Well, computers
were stable. Everyone had a Mac the internet would go on forever and she
had called the company in San Fran and was interviewing this week.
Travel. Fly. Up in the sky. Bye. A fly guy. Try. Yet Sydney wondered.
She looked a list of 10 jokes. Had worked it down to ten. Rambling on in the
middle about Stonehenge and druids. How many hobbits does it take to screw
 in a light bulb? One but you need a wizard air freshener.  Were there
any blacks in the Hobbit? Just a Tolkien black. Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  
Sydney printed her boarding flight and went outside and sat in a lawn chair.
Night sky and a Pepsi near.  Neil inside up all night coding. A 30ish hippy
with a beard and long hair and hidden bags of pot. Yet it worked. Sydney cleaned up
 and coached his design.  The TV flicked on in the home. 
Live from New York and opening sketch. Sydney looked at it, the simple bizarre 
SNL humor. She had been watching the show since Chevy and Gilda days.
 Live from New York.
Sydney sighed and shook the ice in her drink. Comedy. Comedy on the rocks, neat.
    Another night with Mrs. Seth and Sara was hiding near the back wall
 of the kitchen. Her sister Lesley got the brunt of the Who Do You Think You Are lecture
followed by the Not One Of You Has Anything Going For you lecture followed
by the You Are All ShitHeads theory and then a grande finale of  If You Were A Somebody
You’d Make It lecture.  Then some tears and Mrs. Seth hugging  after all the
screaming and sometimes hitting. Sara always moved her face and quickly said
‘Stop it stop stop it Mom – STOP!’ But Mrs. Seth was a big woman and heavy
and strong. She had her hands around Sara’s throat at some point and shook her
hard.  Fucking bitch! Fucking bitch! Get OFF! A lamp thrown. Shelly yelling
and Lesley crying in the corner.
Shelly leaping onto them and it was comical and Sara would laugh out loud.
 Her Dad tackling Mrs. Seth and then uuufph – it was comical and tears and hugging
and some laughter. 
It’s alright it’s alright Shelly come here baby –
 Saturday night to Sunday then Roman Catholic cross on the wall and mass
 and Sara in confession. Confessing she wanted a flight to Miami and a new
Mother. And 6 hail Mary’s, not a hundred.
Father O’ Brother.  Long sigh.  Sara in her worn sweater and white polo shirts
and  brown cords and boots. Her brown hair at her shoulders and cups of coffee.
Her Mother getting into it with the Church janitor and Shelly getting in the
 middle of their on-going name calling every Sunday. Lesley talking to a guy
 and laughing and then running to the  Chevy everyone getting in and the old car
 creaking back to their house. Shutters falling apart the roof with grey shale pulled off.
 Hands in pockets and eyes down Sara went inside away from the constant back
and forth with Mrs. Seth and Shelly. He was spitting at me. He didn’t he did not!
He said we were behind on our payments. So what! He gets paid after we get paid.
They found the bottle of Jack Daniels hidden behind the alter. Shit. That bag of
pot was mine from bingo. That Fucking Priest. Free dinners on Friday nights, thank God.
Free booze from the booziest parish to ever hit New England. Father O’Tequila and 
his margarita mix and Fridays were good for the Seth family. Poor but honest.
Drunk but sober. Laughing but crying.  Sara shaking her head and making a
margarita for herself at age ten.
Lesley dancing with the church deacon. Shelly laughing and Mrs. Seth selling
phony raffle tickets to men all night smoking and drinking away the weekends.  
Mass on Sunday and they’d haul out Monsignor Guam a Filipino man who spoke
in a high tranquil voice and brought tears to everyone eyes. Have faith!
Kindness is the way! Simple sermons and his tender voice covered 
everyone and protected the parish. You felt relaxed and free after his Sunday
mass. Lighting a few candles, stuffing a few dollars to the poor. Monsignor talking
and hugging. Friday dinners with  real plates, glasses, round tables and
terrific baked yams, fish, corn. Cobb salads. Crispy fried chicken, baskets of
warm bread with butter, plates heaping with food and Sara ate and drank
50 cups of coffee, talked and had unseen margarita after margarita.
The grassy courtyard and sometimes a band, a movie with popcorn for everyone.
Sleepy kids on their moms shoulders drifting off to station wagons and Volvos.
All the local family together for a night and then night time New England crickets and
driving home. Upstairs to bed and pajamas, reading late at night or just staying up.
Mrs. Seth in a good mood. Shelly happy.  Other nights Sara watched as Shelly took 
a single woman behind a shed at the dinners and fucked her quickly and without much
effort and then both of them walking back inside as if they had just had a cigarette.
Mrs. Seth had started an affair with the church janitor. All to get his keys and his job.
 It was the seventies and la dolce vita, the good life.  He was coming over in the day when 
Shelly was at work and Sara and Lesley at school. Only Sara came home at 1 o’clock to
watch All My Children and saw them getting stoned all the time and smiling and laughing.
It worked and he was fired for drinking on the job and Shelly got his keys and access to
 their goal all along. The poor box. An extra 150$ every month and freebies
from the church kitchen. Mrs. Seth had finally figured out a somewhat honest
way to live. She just figured, they were the poor. Let us have the money and there,
everyone was sort of being good. She didn’t know what else to do. Thanks to the boxes
set strategically around the church and a devoted parish they always had some money.
Cash in hand. 30$ 40$ 20$. They had everything but they always went to bargain
 basements, thrift stores.  She had begged her Mom and got a few comedy tapes
 hidden in her bedroom.  Lilly Tomlin, Flip Wilson,  Monty Python, Benny Hill.  
She practiced routines out loud and in front of a mirror.  She read books on comedy
 and books of jokes. Actors monologues and plays.  She brooded over it and
then stomped through the house and found her sister and talked and talked 
and talked to her until she made her laugh and laugh and was standing up
making all of them laugh. Shelly and Mom. Lesley all laughing and Sara
going on and on.
Twenty years later Sarah looked in the mirror in Vegas. It was 3 am and the party had gone
on after her show. She had cash and was wearing a 600$ blazer & t shirt & slacks and a  five
thousand dollar Rolex wristwatch. 3 AM the boozy coked up hooker was looking at her
after kissing a guy with a Mercedes Benz t -shirt on and a bathing suit. Hey honey Sara get me
a drink – and that was all it took. Sara hit her to the ground and pounded her. The guy
kept swearing and saying Yeah yeah get her ! and Sara ended with a punch in her
 weeping face.
She went to the wet bar and made a drink and threw it at her.

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Cannabis in Alchemical Literature

Cannabis in Alchemical Literature: Green Lion,
Philosopher’s Stone

Three things suffice for the work: a white smoke, which
is water; a green Lion, which is the ore of Hermes, and a fetid
water… The stone, known from the chapters of books, is white smoke
and water.

Michael Maier
Atalanta Fugiens

Of this self-same body, which is the matter of the Stone, three
things are chiefly said; that it is a green Lion, a stinking Gum, and a
white Fume. Having twelve pounds of Green Lion thus brought into gum,
thou mayst believe…

St. Dunstan (pseudo)
Philosophia Maturata

A green Gum called our green Lyon, which Gum dry well, yet beware thou not burn his Flowers nor destroy his greenness.

Sir George Ripley
The Bosome-Book of Sir George Ripley

You will see marvelous signs of this Green Lion, such as could be
bought by no treasures of the Roman Leo. Happy he who has found it and
learned to use it as a treasure!

The Treasure of Treasures

Perfect bodies we naturally calcine with the first, without adding
any impure body but one commonly called by philosophers the green
lion, and this is the medium for perfectly combining the tinctures of
the Sun and Moon.

The Golden Tract

Then the sowing of the field can take place, and you obtain the
Mineral Stone, and the Green Lion that imbibes so much of its own

The Glory of the World

Beware therefore of many, and hold thee to one thing. This one thing is naught else but the lyon greene…

Bloomfield’s Blossoms

Green Lion, Bird of Hermes, Goose of Hermogenes, two-edged sword
in the hand of the Cherub the Tree of Life, etc.; it is our true, secret
vessel, and the Garden of the Sages in which our Sun rises and sets.

The Three Treatises of Philalethes

You have then nourished and dissolved the true lion with the blood of the green lion.

The Golden Tripod

I know well this Lyon Greene…

Hunting of the Greene Lyon

I have seen the Green Catholic Lion, and the Blood of
the Lion, i.e., the Gold of the Sages, with my own eyes, have touched it
with my hands, tasted it with my tongue, smelled it with my nose.

Heinrich Khunrath


Upon the delicate leaves thereof it retaineth for our
use that sweet heavenly honey which is called the manna, and, although
it be of a gummy, oily, fat, and greasy substance, it is,
notwithstanding, unconsumable by any fire.

Gargantua and Pantagruel

This is called the blessed stone; this earth is white and
foliated, wherein the Philosophers do sow their gold… The fourth color
is Ruddy and Sanguine, which is extracted from the white fire only.

Jean dEspagnet
The Hermetic Arcanum

O how many are the seekers after this gum, and how few there are
who find it! Know ye that our gum is stronger than gold, and all those
who know it do hold it more honorable than gold… Our gum, therefore,
is for Philosophers more precious and more sublime than pearls…

Turba Philosophorum

Therefore I affirm that the Universal Medicine for bodies is the
philosophic gold, after it has been separated and drawn to the highest
state of perfection. Our common gold has absolutely nothing in common
with the philosophic gold we use to begin our task. In that respect
common gold is dead and clearly useless.

Philip a Gabella
Consideratio Brevis

By gold I mean our green gold- not the adored lump, which is dead and ineffectual.

Thomas Vaughan
Aula Lucis

Take the fire, or quicklime, of which the philosophers speak,
which grows on trees, for in that God himself burns with divine love.

Gloria Mundi

It appears then that this Stone is a Vegetable, as it were, the sweet Spirit that proceeds from the Bud of the Vine…

Count Bernard Trevisan
Verbum Dismissum

Trust my word, seek the grass that is trefiol. Thou knowest the name, and art wise and cunning if thou findest it.

The Sophic Hydrolith

You ought to know concerning the Quintessence, that it is a matter
little and small, lodged and harbored in some Tree, Herb, Stone, or
the like…

The Tomb of Semiramis

It contains the fire of Nature, or the Universal Spirit; with Air
as its vehicle it contains Water, which must be separated in the
beginning of the work, and also earth which remains behind in the form
of caput mortuum, where the fire has left it, and is the true Red Earth
wherein the fire dwelt for a while. The subject, duly collected, should
not be less than eight nor more than sixteen ounces: place it in a
china or glazed basin and cover it loosely to keep the dust out.

Sigismond Bacstrom
Rosicrucian Aphorisms and Process

Long have I had in my nostrils the scent of the herb moly which
became so celebrated thanks to the poets of old… this herb is entirely
chemical. It is said that Odysseus used it to protect himself against
the poisons of Circe and the perilous singing of the Sirens. It is also
related that Mercury himself found it and that it is an effective
antidote to all poisons. It grows plentifully on Mount Cyllene in

Michael Maier
Septimana Philosophica

Our secret fire, that is, our fiery and sulfurous water, which is called Balneum Mariae… This water is a white vapor.

The Secret Book of Artephius

Know the secret fire of the wise, which is the one and sole agent
efficient for the opening, subliming, purifying, and disposing of the

Letter to the True Disciples of Hermes

Study, then, this fire, for had I myself found it at the first, I
should not have erred two hundred times upon the veritable material.

John Pontanus
The Secret Fire

No philosopher has ever openly Revealed this secret fire, and this
powerful Agent, which works all the Wonders of the Art.

The Hermetic Triumph

Mercury, i.e. the white flower, can be used and applied to the tinctures of all planets.

The Little Peasant

Our true and real Matter is only a vapor… This Green Dragon is
the natural Gold of the Philosophers, exceedingly different from the
vulgar, which is corporeal and dead… but ours is spiritual, and
living… Our Gold is called Natural, because it is not to be made by
Art, and since it is known to none, but the true Disciples of Hermes,
who understand how to separate it from its original Lump, tis also
called Philosophical; and if God had not been so gracious, as to create
this first Chaos to our hand, all our Skill and Art in the Construction
of the great Elixir would be in vain.

Baron Urbigerus
Aphorismi Urbigerani

This stone is of delicate touch, and there is more mildness in its
touch than in its substance. Of sweet taste, and its proper nature is

Khalid said: Tell me of its odor, before and after its confection.

Morienus answered: Before confectioning, its odor is very heavy
and foul. I know of no other stone like it nor having its powers. While
the four elements are contained in this stone, it being thus like the
world in composition, yet no other stone like it in power or nature is
to be found in the world, nor has any of the authorities ever performed
the operation other than by means of it. And the compositions attempted
by those using anything else in this composition will fail utterly and
come to nothing. The thing in which the entire accomplishment of this
operation consists of the red vapor, the yellow vapor, the white vapor,
the green lion, ocher, the impurities of the dead and of the stones,
blood, eudica, and foul earth.

Begin in the Creators
name, and with his vapor take the whiteness from the white vapor. The
whole key to accomplishment of this operation is in the fire, with
which the minerals are prepared and the bad spirits held back, and with
which the spirit and body are joined.

In answer to
you question about the white vapor, or virgins milk, you may know that
it is a tincture and spirit of those bodies already dissolved and dead,
from which the spirits have been withdrawn. It is the white vapor that
flows in the body and removes its darkness, or earthiness, and
impurity, uniting the bodies into one and augmenting their waters.

Without the white vapor, there could have been no pure gold nor any profit in it.

The Book of Morienus

Let it be sublimed in an high body and head…

Search of Perfection

Our Subject cannot be called the fiery Serpent of the
Philosophers, nor have the power of overcoming any created thing, before
it has received such Virtue and Quality from our Green-Dragon…

Baron Urbigerus
Aphorismi Urbigerani

The Labyrinth of the World and the Paradise of the Heart, chapter 12, The Pilgrim Examines Alchemy:

Another burned his eyes out, and was thus unable to supervise the
calcination and the fixation: or bleared his sight with smoke to such
an extent that before he cleared his eyes the nitrogen escaped. Some
died of asphyxiation from the smoke. But for the greatest part they did
not have enough coal in their bags and were obliged to run about to
borrow it elsewhere, while in the meantime their concoction cooled off
and was utterly ruined. This was of very frequent, in fact of almost
constant, occurrence. Although they did not tolerate anyone among
themselves save such as possessed full bags, yet these seemed to have a
way of drying up very rapidly, and soon grew empty: they were obliged
either to suspend their operations or to run away to borrow.

These blear’d eyes
Have wak’d to read your several colours, sir,
Of the pale citron, the green lion, the crow,
The peacock’s tail, the plumed swan.
Thou has descry’d the flower, the sanguis agni?

Ben Jonson
The Alchemist

I have cast fire upon the earth, and see, I watch until it blazes.
Gospel of Thomas

See also Shakespeare sonnet 76, Knights Templar cannabis recipe in
Villard Folio: https://www.villardman.net/sample3testtry.html

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A Call to Elder Stoners: Your Job has Just Begun

Dear Senior Stoner,

I’m addressing any of you who know your way around cannabis, and aren’t naive about it’s drawbacks or potential.  Now that states are finally decriminalizing and in some cases legalizing the individual purchase and use of this herb, a question, largely unconsidered by the mass culture and its media, remains: “What kind of Cannabis Culture will we create?”

While the emphasis in the news has revolved around themes of revenues for the state and no more jail time for “recreational users”, those of us who have traveled some of the deeper dimensions of this plant’s by-ways know there’s more to this than popular culture may acknowledge.  

Let’s not forget that our junior users have been brought up in a zero tolerance culture with severe penalties, restricted access and for the most part very limited approaches  to the true potential (or unexpected hazards) that cannabis can offer.  Some of us at least had the opportunity to explore this plant in refuge communities and situations leading to a deeper appreciation of its true nature.  We learned that how you approach ganja tends to determine what you’ll get out of it.

If we want a cannabis culture beyond what commercialism will structure and encourage, its up to us elder stoners to do something.  A few of us idealist, have been around long enough to realize capitalism can even ruin a wet dream if left unfettered and uncultured.  It’s not hard to predict how commercial forces will treat this new opportunity: “All for profit and profit for a new 1%” most likely.

And so, if falls to you my brothers and sisters to begin to show there is a different way.  

First, lets be prudent in the messages we give about safe use.  Now is the time to share, how the use of vaporizers, micro dosages, and edibles, can cut down on those racking smoker’s coughs we were afflicted with back in the day.  Now is also the time to encourage common sense use: no smoking in bed, nor while driving, nor at work, nor during competitive sport situations where short term memory is bound to be called on, etc.  Let’s keep those coming into legitimate use of this plant, safe through common sense use.  

It’s a common place that anything that gives pleasure can be abused.  I”m sure some of you, like me have at one point or another attempted to smoke your body weight in herb, and though a bit woozy were none the worse for the wear as long as we didn’t make a habit of it.  But a few of us have gone off the deep end or seen others move from use to abuse.  Science may not know the signs, but we do from experience and reflection. We should be honest and say that for most folks, there’s no worry about use.  But for others, this substance will ring that special bell that will obsess them the rest of their life, and make them think of little else except the refuge of those intoxicating fumes and that high that seems to take away cares, worries, disappointment…  Or alternatively, gives them the heebie jeebies with every toke.  You get the idea.   If that’s you in this description, our advice should be, “Be wary and judicious or just don’t use”.    Let’s not be shy about our cautions even if we’re enthusiasts for pot power.  My hope is this generation of users will be better educated about all aspects of cannabis and won’t be shy about going to sites like The Vaults of Erowid (www.erowid.org) for general knowledge and to hear others experiences.

Second, let’s not let our bud be confined to “recreation”.  Yes, it is that.   But, there are those who have used it to spark creative writing, inspire painting and other visual arts, and of course music.  We can cite Baudelaire, Yeats, Rimbaud, Oscar Wilde, Ginsburg, Jimi, Bird, Bing Crosby and many others.  Let’s remind our new users there are many dimensions to this plant that we can help us uncover our creative expression, if we approach it correctly.  And if you are elder stoner artist who has found a method or gained an insight for its creative use, share it!

Third, there’s the whole relationship building piece of cannabis.  Some have used kif collectively to bond, enhance intimacy, explore new ideas and vistas of touch together.  And a few of you (couples?) have actually mastered its use for relationship building and enhancing sex.  It’s time to come out of the shadows and find ways to share what you’ve learned. 

Lastly, there’s this whole spiritual dimension of this entheogen.  Now, personally, I found this to be a rather limited path for me, but it was an early door that led to a deeper path of meditation.    However, I’m a big enough fan of Stephen Gaskin and the Rastafari to realize that for some of you, it was more than a beginning and remains so.  Please.  Find ways to get your wisdom out there. 

I think, to begin with, we have a natural obligation to coach those in our immediate networks about “set and setting” and its impact on the experience of cannabis.  But my hope is that each of you, who have learned a “wise use”, will think on how you might widely disseminate what you know through public access TV shows, talks at homes and smoke-ins, seminars, cannabis tours, books, art, music, and experiential workshops to re-introduce users to cannabis in its varied dimensions.  In other words, whatever it takes to create our kind of cannabis culture: safe, creative, relational, and spiritual.

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The Beyond Prohibition Foundation

Attitudes regarding marijuana have shifted in a dramatic way over the past 10 years, with more countries moving to either legalize the plant, decriminalize the possession of a small amount of cannabis, or legalizing it for medicinal purposes. Other countries rarely enforce their laws that criminalize the plant, making it “effectively legal” in the eyes of international agencies and travelers. Before heading abroad, consider this roundup of marijuana information pulled from Konoptikum. Legalized Marijuana: A Global Rarity Currently, only one country has fully legalized marijuana. In early December, Uruguay’s legislature voted 16-13 to legalize the cultivation, sale, purchase, and possession of marijuana. The plant is also effectively legal in at least two other countries. North Korea reportedly has no firm laws, and virtually no firm enforcement, concerning marijuana…

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We’re Losing the Drug War Because Prohibition Never Works

We’re Losing the Drug War Because Prohibition Never Works

By Hodding Carter III.

There is clearly no point in beating a dead horse, whether you are a
politician or a columnist, but sometimes you have to do it just the
same, if only for the record. So, for the record, here’s another
attempt to argue that a majority of the American people and their
elected representatives can be and are wrong about the way they have
chosen to wage the war against drugs. Prohibition can’t
work, won’t work and has never worked, but it can and does have
monumentally costly effects on the criminal justice system and on the
integrity of government at every level.

Experience should be the best teacher, and my experience with prohibition is a
little more recent than most Americans for whom the noble
experiment ended with repeal in 1933. In my home state of
Mississippi, it lasted for an additional 33 years, and for all those
years it was a truism that the drinkers had their liquor, the
preachers had their prohibition and the sheriffs made the money. Al
Capone would have been proud of the latitude that bootleggers were
able to buy with their payoffs of constables, deputies, police chiefs
and sheriffs across the state.

But as a first-rate series in the New York Times made clear early last
year, Mississippi’s prohibition-era corruption (and Chicago’s before
that) was penny ante stuff compared with what is happening in the
U.S. today. From Brooklyn police precincts to Miami’s police stations
to rural Georgia courthouses, big drug money is purchasing major
breakdowns in law enforcement. Sheriffs, other policemen and now
judges are being bought up by the gross. But that money, with the net
profits for the drug traffickers estimated at anywhere from $40
billion to $100 billion a year, is also buying up banks, legitimate
businesses and, to the south of us, entire governments. The latter
becomes an increasingly likely outcome in a number of cities and
states in this country as well. Cicero, Ill., during Prohibition is
an instructive case in point.

The money to be made from an illegal product that has about 23 million
current users in this country also explains why its sale is so
attractive on the mean streets of America’s big cities. A street
salesman can gross about $2,500 a day in Washington, which puts him
in the pay category of a local television anchor, and this in a
neighborhood of dead-end job chances.

Since the courts and jails are already swamped beyond capacity by the
arrests that are routinely made (44,000 drug dealers and users over a
two-year period in Washington alone, for instance) and since those
arrests barely skim the top of the pond, arguing that stricter
enforcement is the answer begs a larger question: Who is going to pay
the billions of dollars required to build the prisons, hire the
judges, train the policemen and employ the prosecutors needed for the
load already on hand, let alone the huge one yet to come if we ever
get serious about arresting dealers and users?

Much is made of the cost of drug addiction, and it should be, but the
current breakdown in the criminal justice system is not one of them.
That breakdown is the result of prohibition, not addiction. Drug
addiction, after all, does not come close to the far vaster problems
of alcohol and tobacco addiction (as former Surgeon General Koop
correctly noted, tobacco is at least as addictive as heroin). Hard
drugs are estimated to kill 4,000 people a year directly and several
tens of thousands a year indirectly. Alcohol kills at least 100,000 a
year, addicts millions more and costs the marketplace billions of
dollars. Tobacco kills over 300,000 a year, addicts tens of millions
and fouls the atmosphere as well. But neither alcohol nor tobacco
threaten to subvert our system of law and order, because they are
treated as personal and societal problems rather than as criminal

Indeed, every argument that is made for prohibiting the use of currently
illegal drugs can be made even more convincingly about tobacco and
alcohol. The effects on the unborn? Staggeringly direct. The effects
on adolescents? Alcoholism is the addiction of choice for young
Americans on a ratio of about 100 to one. Lethal effect? Tobacco’s
murderous results are not a matter of debate anywhere outside the
Tobacco Institute.

Which leaves the lingering and legitimate fear that legalization might
produce a surge in use. It probably would, although not nearly as
dramatic a one as opponents usually estimate. The fact is that
personal use of marijuana, whatever the local laws may say, has been
virtually decriminalized for some time now, but there has been a
stabilization or slight decline in use, rather than an increase, for
several years. Heroin addiction has held steady at about 500,000
people for some time, though the street price of heroin is far lower
now than it used to be. Use of cocaine in its old form also seems to
have stopped climbing and begun to drop off among young and old
alike, though there is an abundantly available supply.

That leaves crack cocaine, stalker of the inner city and terror of the
suburbs. Instant and addictive in effect, easy to use and relatively
cheap to buy, it is a personality-destroying substance that is a
clear menace to its users. But it is hard to imagine it being any
more accessible under legalization than it is in most cities today
under prohibition, while the financial incentives for promoting its
use would virtually disappear with legalization.

Proponents of legalization should not try to fuzz the issue, nonetheless.
Addiction levels might increase, at least temporarily, if legal
sanctions were removed. That happened after the repeal of
Prohibition, or so at least some studies have suggested. But while
that would be a personal disaster for the addicts and their families,
and would involve larger costs to society as a whole, those costs
would be minuscule compared with the costs of continued prohibition.

The young Capones of today own the inner cities and the wholesalers
behind these young retailers are rapidly buying up the larger system
which is supposed to control them. Prohibition gave us the Mafia and
organized crime on a scale that has been with us ever since. The new
prohibition is writing a new chapter on that old text. Hell-bent on
learning nothing from history, we are witnessing its repetition,
predictably enough, as tragedy.

Appeared in the Wall Street Journal Jul 13, 1989. Reprinted
with permission. Copyright Dow Jones & Company Inc.

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Amsterdam Coffeeshops and Cannabis

Amsterdam Coffeeshops and Cannabis
See Our Coffeeshop List for reviews & ratings.

The Dutch have an attitude of tolerance dating back to the 16th century when they forced out the Spanish and their inquisition. Since then, the Dutch make a point of not criminalizing or feigning moral outrage at victimless crimes. Prostitution, pornography, homosexuality, euthanasia, and soft drug use are all tolerated and integrated into Dutch society. This permissiveness has resulted in Holland becoming a mecca for those who wish to experience the freedom of cannabis culture, and the flowering of a highly successful coffeeshop scene where marijuana and hashish are legally available for purchase by the public.

The coffeeshop is a unique Dutch institution. For over 20 years, coffeeshops have operated with quasi-legal status in the Netherlands. Although there is no law that allows for the production and distribution of large quantities of marijuana and hashish, the Dutch tolerate the presence of coffeeshops because they separate the soft drug users from the hard drug dealers. This makes it less likely that someone desiring cannabis would end up purchasing a more dangerous drug, and keeps a whole market away from the illegal drug trade. The Dutch attitude towards drugs is very straight forward. If you have a drug problem they want to help you, not persecute you! Recreational use of soft drugs is seen as being less harmful to society than persecution and incarceration.

Coffeeshops are regulated by the government on a local level, which requires them to obtain a license and pay taxes. Currently, conferences are being held to decide if a regulatory system can be extended to the growing of cannabis for supplying the coffeeshops. While supply is an obvious necessity for the shops, the cultivation and supply of cannabis remains in a legal shadow, and is still being sporadically prosecuted. Despite the hazy status of growing, the acceptance of cannabis consumption has allowed coffeeshops to flourish with broad acceptance in Dutch society. Marijuana tourists and locals can hang out and toke up in pleasant surroundings with little concern for experiencing the most dangerous side effect of marijuana in most parts of the world: arrest or other legal hassles.

There are approximately 300 coffeeshops operating in Amsterdam, with about 1,000 total in the entire country of Holland. Coffeeshops may be located almost anywhere including residential areas, but outside of Amsterdam they can be more difficult to find. Some towns have decided NOT to have any coffeeshops and it is their right since they issue the license.

In any coffeeshop you can roll a joint, smoke a pipe or get blitzed from a bong. Most coffeeshops provide complimentary papers and filters or will loan you a pipe if you have none. Anyone can can sit and smoke in a coffeeshop without buying cannabis there. but as with most establishments, it is necessary to make a purchase, such as a drink or a snack like a tosti (grilled sandwich). Many shops will provide outside seating, and in agreeable weather, it can be an incredibly liberating experience to grab a table and get high outside, much to the amazement of straight tourists! Passing a bong on a crowded sidewalk has the definite flavor of freedom!

Since there are so many coffeeshops in Amsterdam, shopping for one that agrees with your taste can be half the fun. Nearly all coffeeshops echo some theme, be it a 60’s rock group or an exotic location. Shops vary greatly in the type of music they play, and the ambiance and amenities they offer, which range from a quite cozy environment of only a few tables to elaborate spaces on multiple floors which may offer couches, television, pool tables or internet access. The available food and beverages may also sway your opinion. Some coffeeshops serve coffee and pastries, while others may offer a full menu, prepare specialty items such as smoothies or organic treats, or serve alcoholic beverages. And of course the variety, quality and price of the marijuana and hashish will be key. Location may also be a deciding factor, if a coffeeshop is located close to your home base, or in a neighborhood you particularly enjoy. Most people tend to find a coffeeshop that suits their style, and frequent it regularly.

Tourists are attracted to the larger coffeeshops that advertise, but the locals tend hang out in their neighborhood coffeeshops where the prices are lower. Most Dutch people just pop in to buy some grass then go smoke elsewhere. Coffeeshops usually have a separate counter where they sell cannabis. To buy cannabis in a coffeeshop, just ask for their menu. It will list both hash and grass with prices. Prices vary according to quantity and quality. Typically it’s priced by the gram or you can buy 12 Euros (about $11) worth. The local Dutch weed is always the freshest and best quality.

Hashish is another story. The most reliable high quality will come from Morocco with several different grades to choose from. Black hash from Afghanistan, Nepal, India or Pakistan is available everywhere. You might benefit by reading our stories about Coffeeshop Rip-offs.

For a real treat check out the Nederhash. It’s Dutch hashish made from their hydro or bio plants. As a rule of thumb; the lighter color the nederhash, the better. The current law limits the amount a person can buy to 5 grams of hash or grass, which is enough for anyone! Many coffeeshops also offer ‘space cake’ or some other pastry or chocolate dessert laced with marijuana or hashish. Beware! It’s better to get space cake to go, otherwise you might not go anywhere for a very long time!

The Dutch coffeeshop scene is not typical of Europe, although things are beginning to change in the European Union. Belgium and Portugal have now decriminalized cannabis and Germany may be next. Despite the open borders, laws and attitudes vary drastically from country to country. The Dutch have clearly demonstrated not only how good marijuana can be, but how it can become an integral part of an enlightened society! The Dutch coffeeshop scene is an excellent model for other countries to emulate someday, and for those seeking true freedom, to enjoy now.

Another warning. Theft is rampant in Amsterdam. Whether you’re in a coffeeshop, bar or restaurant, keep your bag or belongings very close, under your table, between your legs. Don’t leave anything unattended! Also beware of teams of thieves where one distracts you while the other takes your valuables! If something is stolen go to the police immediately. They won’t bother to act unless the crime just happened. Get witnesses too, otherwise it’s your word against theirs.

Hippy.com does not advocate the breaking of laws. Please use common sense and obey the local laws wherever you are!

For more about Amsterdam, visit the Hip Guide to Amsterdam. Also check out our Amsterdam Photo Gallery.

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Supreme Court Vs. Medical Marijuana Users

By Paul Dougan

By a six-to-three margin, the Supreme Court proclaims sick Americans easing
their pain with pot are criminal. So, an 85-year-old grandmother trying to
deal with the nausea caused by her chemotherapy, seeking, perhaps, to follow
the advice of her physician, is an enemy of the state. Yes, here in America,
that noble fountain of decency, democracy, and human rights, that light of
the world, Grandma can be punished to the fullest extent of the law. Sounds
insane, doesn’t it?

I, however, understand the decision perfectly: The Court is a political
institution; currently, it’s particularly sensitive to the needs of the
right-wing of the Republican Party, the so-called neoconservatives. And that
conservative Court is functioning in a political environment that sees the
War on Drugs as a national crusade, where being against drugs in any form
is a patriotic duty. Now, the problem with both medicinal marijuana and
industrial hemp is that they involve cannabis; as the necocons will warn
you, both of those issues are just stalking horses for the legalization of
all marijuana. To some extent, they’re right: the issues are interconnected,
and politically, the legalization of either medicinal marijuana or
industrial hemp would strengthen the movement to legalize it. So, the
Court’s decision wasn’t really about the specious connection between Grandma’s
medicine and the federal government’s right to regulate interstate commerce;
it was about the larger battle to legalize marijuana in general.

So, why not legalize it–all marijuana? It’s never caused a single
documented death. The recent sensational drug overdoses of students at
various colleges in Colorado were caused by alcohol, not reefer–theirs was
the drug of the young George W. Bush, not Jerry Garcia. If our concern is
public health, we certainly don’t improve it by jailing people. And the
gateway objection is laughable. A massive cause-effect fallacy, gateway’s
only basis in fact turns out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy: what little
gateway effect pot does pose is due precisely to its illegality. Marijuana
prohibition and the Court’s decision also fly in the face of the
neoconservatives own rhetoric about the horrors of big government–too
much intrusion into the lives of individuals, too much regulation, too many
tax dollars spent. And for decades, the thinking behind that prohibition has
violated basic American values: the notion that one man’s freedom ends where
another’s nose begins, that those not crossing that line have the right to
be left alone. No, the flimsy, contradictory arguments against legalizing
recreational marijuana make no sense either.

But there is method to the madness: to legalize marijuana would be to
legalize marijuana users; in particular, to legalize hippies, the
counterculture, whatever term you prefer. Now, of course, we tell ourselves
hippies no longer exist, that the counterculture is just a faded memory, but
at another level, we all know that’s nonsense. In most areas of the nation,
it’s about impossible to go out on any given day and not see overtly hippie
people; you watch the World Series, you see hippie baseball players; you
pick up a newspaper or listen to talk radio, and there are the commentators
clucking about a wicked counterculture that’s allegedly ruining America.

What we have in hippies is a new (forty-year old) ethnicity–a cultural
formation that displays virtually every aspect of ethnicity save for the
usual origins (and even those unusual origins pertain to only a portion of
hippies: we now see second- and even third-generation counterculturalists
who’ve inherited their ethnicity). The reason we’ve come to believe that
hippies no longer exist is because the powers that be are engaged in
ethnocide: they don’t believe hippies have the right to exist, they don’t
want hippies around. For as long as there’s been a counterculture, that’s
the message they’ve been sending, those are the policies they’ve been
enforcing–Hippies have no rightful place in this nation; America must be
drug free. Zero tolerance is code for intolerance.

America’s powerful, then, are reacting to and treating hippies much like
they’ve traditionally reacted to and treated other ethnic minorities,
especially those just off the boat and ethnicities of color. Hippies have
been stereotyped and turned into a social pariah; the counterculture has
become a boogey-man in the public mind, the stuff of demagoguery. Just, for
example, as anti-Semitic Germans believed their loss in the First World War
was due to Jews, many Americans have come to believe our loss in Vietnam was
due to hippies. And just as for decades American politicians race-baited
rivals, today’s politicians regularly hippie-bait opponents; thus, we’re
supposed to believe the Clintons secretly sport tie-dyes under their
business suits, that former anti-war activist John Kerry was and is just
another hippie protestor wearing flip-flops, that the Democratic Party is in
league with what Rush Limbaugh calls the Birkenstock crowd.

In addition to the political rewards of scapegoating and hippie-baiting, the
neoconservatives have another reason for persecuting hippies: they believe
the counterculture is a mortal danger to Western Civilization. No, I’m not
exaggerating. A video currently in vogue among neoconservatives is entitled
The Siege of Western Civilization; its maker, former Reagan aide Herb
Meyer, identifies three major threats to Western Civilization. One is the
counterculture. Then again, for centuries the privileged in America had
themselves and others convinced that any move towards equality by
African-Americans meant the end of Western Civilization, that the
negrification of society would lead to its downfall.

There’s something happening here; what it is is exactly clear: prejudice
towards and discrimination against the counterculture have become
institutionalized, become a central factor in modern American life in much
the way that racism and other forms of ethnic chauvinism have long been an
ugly mainspring of American history.

As such, any issues in any way related to the counterculture are seen as
part of a life-and-death struggle between light and darkness, between good
and evil, between a healthy, vibrant America and a once-great nation broken
by the permissiveness and moral relativism bigots believe to be the
hallmarks of hippie culture–Forrest Gump, please come home: the
counterculture is up to all kinds of no good, and Mama needs you. And that’s
the real reason some cancer-ridden grandma–who likely as not isn’t
hippie–will be forced to make a sick choice: suffer or risk jail.

Bio: Paul Dougan is a college English teacher writing a book: Happily
Hippie: Understanding, Celebrating and Defending Forty Years of
Countercultural Ethnicity. He may be reached at pgdougan@netscape.com.

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Marijuana Doesn’t Cause Permanent Brain Damage!

This article speaks for itself. UCSD was the first university allowed to study pot now that the US government has sanctioned studies on marijuana for the first time in decades!

(Please note: this article can no longer be found on Reuter’s website, so we are publishing it here in the public interest)

Study: Pot Doesn’t Cause Permanent Brain Damage
Fri Jun 27,12:19 AM ET

By Deena Beasley

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) – Smoking marijuana will certainly affect perception, but it does not cause permanent brain damage, researchers from the University of California at San Diego said on Friday in a study.

The findings were kind of a surprise. One might have expected to see more impairment of higher mental function, said Dr. Igor Grant, a UCSD professor of psychiatry and the study’s lead author. Other illegal drugs, or even alcohol, can cause brain damage.

His team analyzed data from 15 previously published, controlled studies into the impact of long-term, recreational cannabis use on the neurocognitive ability of adults.

The studies tested the mental functions of routine pot smokers, but not while they were actually high, Grant said.

The results, published in the July issue of the Journal of the International Neuropsychological Society, show that marijuana has only a marginally harmful long-term effect on learning and memory.

No effect at all was seen on other functions, including reaction time, attention, language, reasoning ability, and perceptual and motor skills.

Grant said the findings are particularly significant amid questions about marijuana’s long-term toxicity now that several states are considering whether to make it available as a medicinal drug.

In California, growing marijuana for medical purposes is legal under a voter-approved law.

The UCSD analysis of studies involving 704 long-term cannabis users and 484 nonusers was sponsored by a state-supported program that oversees research into the use of cannabis to treat certain diseases.

Anecdotal evidence has shown that marijuana can help ease pain in patients with diseases like multiple sclerosis or prevent severe nausea in cancer patients, but the effects have yet to be proven in controlled studies, Grant said.

The UCSD research team said the problems observed in learning and forgetting suggest that long-term marijuana use results in selective memory defects, but said the impact was of a very small magnitude.

If we barely find this tiny effect in long-term heavy users of cannabis, then we are unlikely to see deleterious side effects in individuals who receive cannabis for a short time in a medical setting, Grant said.

In addition, he noted that heavy marijuana users often abuse other drugs, such as alcohol and amphetamines, which also might have long-term neurological effects.

Some of the research studies used in the analysis were limited by the numbers of subjects or insufficient information about factors like exposure to other drugs or whether participants suffered from conditions like depression or personality disorders.

If it turned out that new studies find that cannabis is helpful in treating some medical conditions, this enables us to see a marginal level of safety, Grant said.

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How Marijuana Unavailability Leads to Use of Harder Drugs (1969)

The following study shows how the interception of marijuana shipments into NYC in 1969, led thousands of people to use harder drugs.


The Multiple Consequences of Public Policy
By Lawrence A. Gooberman


The Multiple Consequences of Operation Intercept

The findings given in this chapter have been consolidated from the responses to each of the major areas of inquiry as set forth in the interview guide. Excerpts from taped interviews with drug users and drug sellers, as well as drug abuse rehabilitation workers and journalists who closely observed the events of the summer of 1969 in the New York City area, will be presented. The findings are divided into three sections. The first section will focus on the availability of marihuana during the Operation Intercept era. The second section will be concerned with the range of behavioral reactions to the marihuana shortage. The third section will explore attitudinal reactions to the situation and to the underlying public policy.


Although the idea of a general marihuana shortage appears to be a valid one, there were probably as many different specific experiences vis-a-vis the drug market as there are drug-using cliques in New York City. This observation was stated by a 25-year-old, full-time marihuana dealer who resides in Manhattan. He receives shipments of 50 pounds of marihuana at a time and has done so for the past year. Although receiving rather substantial shipments on a regular basis, generally from Texas via automobile, he does not consider his business dealings to be particularly atypical:

There’s probably hundreds and hundreds of people like me just in Manhattan. Well, maybe not, because at times we’ve gone out of state to cop ourselves. If there’s no grass we’ll go get grass whereas most people who deal wait ’til their contact in the city gets grass.

Regarding differences in the marihuana market during the summer and early fall of 1969, he stated:

Just a little bit. But it’s different like for every little group. Like the people that I deal to, if I’m having trouble getting grass there’s a certain number of people who will think there’s a shortage of grass. I guess there’s probably a thousand different cliques like this just in Manhattan. A thousand is very conservative. Must be a few thousand, each one having its own contact. And if their contact doesn’t have grass they’ll think there’s a shortage. And there’s a possibility that a certain portion of the city will have a normal supply of grass.

When asked whether he believed there was ever a general shortage of a particular drug in a city or in the nation as a whole, he responded:

I would say that in Manhattan it’s never like that. Except two years ago, the summer of two years ago, I would say that there was very little grass in all of Manhattan. Last year, summer, probably a lot of people were out of grass but just as many had their normal supply, depending on who your contact was and what he had. But generally speaking it does get tighter in the summer, every summer.

Apparently, the reputed marihuana shortage had little effect upon his ability to acquire the drug: I wasn’t dealing as heavy then as now, but whatever I wanted I got. It was never more than ten pounds at a time. Although significantly less than the 50-pound shipments he generally receives, the respondent stated that he generally preferred to do less business in the summer months. This was for personal reasons, unrelated to the drug market.

Although this dealer saw the marihuana shortage as a highly localized phenomenon, depending on who your contact was, very few people took such a casual and particularized view of the situation. All other respondents were at least somewhat aware of a general marihuana shortage, although estimates regarding the extent of the shortage varied considerably. Two regular users of marihuana reported no impact at all upon their personal consumptions of marihuana. A 22-year-old Manhattan secretary, who has used marihuana for three years and who resides in a New York City suburb with her parents, described the situation for herself and her close friends as follows:

Well last summer I didn’t have any problem with grass at all, because we had a lot of home-grown stuff…. Last summer people kept telling me they couldn’t get any grass. But my group of friends and I really didn’t have any trouble at all, because we either bought home-grown stuff from some people that were growing large amounts indoors, in New York, or we got from friends in upstate New York who grew lots of grass on their property. We always had plenty. There was never any problem.

Another respondent who didn’t have any problem was a 25-year-old Brooklyn housewife, mother of two, who has used marihuana for six years:

I knew there was a shortage because people were talking about it and I saw things about it on T.V. But my husband always has a large stash so we could smoke as much as ever and that lasted us for the whole summer. The only difference was that we didn’t give so much away. Like we wouldn’t always offer to people when they came over. We got sort of cheap about it not knowing how long it would last. Also, he didn’t sell ounces to friends like he used to. Maybe a couple of nickels all summer.

A 19-year-old female college student was also unaffected, due to her own infrequent pattern of marihuana use:

I’ve smoked pot for three years but that doesn’t really mean anything because I only smoke on rare occasions. If someone has at a party or if we’re going to a concert I’ll get stoned. If it’s there I’ll use it, if not I don’t care. I’ve never gone out and bought.

It should be noted that even these respondents, who experienced no personal difficulty, were still aware of an atypical marihuana market.

The remainder of those interviewed all experienced and/or observed some effect of the reported marihuana shortage upon the price and/or availability of the drug. Those who experienced only a Minimal impact included a 19-year-old male college student from Brooklyn, who has used marihuana for two years and occasionally sells:

We were pretty much preoccupied with hash…. As far as hash went, we had the best hash we’ve had in a long time. Some good red Lebanese hash. We had it in any quantity we wanted, at decent prices, for the whole summer…. So we didn’t want too much grass but whenever we wanted it we were able to score. We found no problem getting it. The people we know always had.

When asked whether marihuana was more expensive than previously, he stated:

Maybe $20 to $30 more a pound. Before the summer it was $100 to $110 for a pound. During the summer it was running more around $140 to $150 a pound.

Although minimally affected, he was aware of the shortage:

Yes, we knew there was a grass shortage from the papers and from hearing other people talk. We also found we were doing a lot more selling. We never had any problem getting rid of any amount of hash. We weren’t looking for profits. Just to make our money back and have some for our heads.

For this student and his friends, the marihuana shortage had little impact. Although slightly more expensive, he found it readily available in Bensonhurst.

Similarly, a resident of lower Manhattan, a staff reporter for a well-known East Village underground newspaper, found nothing unusual about the availability or price of marihuana during this period:

Well everyone kept saying it was going to get tight starting last spring, you know, buy your stock for the summer. The psychological impact of Operation Intercept plus there were so many more users, and it was getting to be between harvests and all that shit. But yet I found grass pretty freely available all the way through last summer. Fairly reasonable prices and decent stuff.

However, based on his experience covering drug-related stories for several local and underground newspapers, he noted that he has observed an upward trend in marihuana prices:

Well the price of grass generally went up. You couldn’t score a pound of grass for $95 or $75 like you used to be able to. So now you’ve got to double those prices compared to a couple of years before, and you’re always getting short weight and everything else, plus there are more young kids into dealing…. Pounds were expensive last year in New York. It cost $150 to $250 a key during the summer. I consider that pretty expensive. The old days are probably gone forever. So many people want it. Everybody smokes now. There aren’t any more closet queens in the grass thing anymore. Everybody turns on any place you go.

In sum, he found average quality marihuana readily available, and noted a general upward trend in prices over the past three years. The summer of 1969 was not unique. Prices during this period were part of a long-term trend. A 2 1 -year-old student user-dealer from Bayside, Queens, observed a little less smoking drugs around. Like the previous respondent, lie noted higher prices for marihuana during the summer, but perceived this as part of a long-term price escalation:

You could get it but not in any large quantities. If you wanted enough to deal, it was expensive to get. Expensive like if you wanted to get a pound, a couple of years ago you could get it for $100. Now it is $200.

Unlike these respondents, the remainder of those interviewed all observed and/or experienced a highly atypical marihuana market during the Operation Intercept era. They all noted both a shortage, making it less available, and higher prices for small and large quantity purchases. Further, they all saw this development as a unique, abnormal, short-term situation. The following are quotes from only a few of those who fall into this category. These selected responses are typical of particular subgroups in the sample. The reader will note that while some respondents emphasize high prices, others found limited availability of the drug to be the key problem factor.

The editor of an underground newspaper, a regular user of marihuana who has intimate knowledge of the Lower East Side drug scene, noted both short- and long-term changes in the price and availability of marihuana-.

Over the past year and a half marihuana has occasionally been hard to get. You could always get acid…. From ’65 to ’69 there was never any trouble. There was always more than one person to get from. Last summer and fall it was hard to get. It let up in the late fall. You were lucky to find one good contact. It was really a drought, even the Village Voice was writing articles about it. I once paid as high as $30 for an ounce. But it stayed, during that period, at least $20 an ounce unless you bought quantity. I usually like to get a quarter of a pound, but it wasn’t around. There was never a shortage like last summer. Right now there’s not a large supply around. You can get, but you have to check around, more than one source…. Also, last summer I got domestic stuff, lower quality. It got you high though. I think more people got into growing it last summer…. Also there was more hash around. You’d have to look around more for drugs and what happened is you’d run into hash before you’d run into grass. Usually it was the other way around.

An 18-year-old student., who sells marihuana to finance his college education, described the situation in his Long Island suburban community this way:

There was a lot of pot around the winter before this one. It was about $100 a pound; $120 would be a high price. Ounces sold for about $10. Then in the spring prices started getting higher, $125 to $150 a pound, and about $15 an ounce. In the summer if you got a pound for $200 you were lucky because there was hardly any around. Where I lived the price of an ounce was $25 and in the city it was $40…. If anyone knew anything about drugs they would know there wasn’t much pot around. People that didn’t smoke probably didn’t know.

Several other respondents who were able to obtain marihuana in limited quantities emphasized the price factor. A 23-year-old high school art teacher from Queens commented:

Prices were higher last summer. An ounce was $25, it had previously been $15 or even $10. 1 had grass because I have good friends from other groups in Manhattan. My friends here were still into grass, but for a group there wasn’t much around.

Several other respondents reported that they could obtain marihuana, but they noted a sharp increase in its price. As reported by these respondents, during the summer of 1969, the price of marihuana rose from between $15 and $20 an ounce to between $20 and $30 an ounce. Larger quantities were often unavailable.

Most of those who observed a shortage of marihuana as well as higher prices emphasized the lack of availability. A social worker at a drug treatment clinic, who has been a close observer of the New York City drug scene for many years, depicted the marihuana market as follows:

You could buy Acapulco Gold in April or May of last year at $100 a pound. It was not hard to get. Ounces of good quality pot were going for $15 to $20. In July and August similar quality was going for $35 to $40, and it was very hard to get. Even if people were willing to pay $40 it was hard to get. You could buy it in ounces but it was just about impossible to buy it in bulk.

Most respondents expressed similar observations, emphasizing that prices were high, if you could get it. One of these respondents, a 26-year-old businessman from Queens stated: If I got any it was expensive, like $40 an ounce. And that’s all you could have gotten was an ounce. A 19-year-old student from Brooklyn stated:

Whereas we’d pay $20 an ounce before, usually we’d get it in larger quantities than ounces anyway, but if we did buy ounces $20 was the most we’d pay. In the summer it was $30 or $35 if you could get it…. We wasted a lot of time looking and then just couldn’t get.

Another respondent who observed a very tight market was a 27-year-old stockbroker and part-time marihuana dealer. He emphasized the poor quality of the marihuana that was available.

Nobody was able to get any. I know various sources that could get some grass but the quality was very poor, and I don’t smoke poor grass…. The price really didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to smoke or sell poor grass no matter what the price.

Unlike those respondents already quoted, many regular users of marihuana were unable to get any marihuana at all during this period. These respondents reported that they were unable to obtain marihuana for at least a month at a time, and several reported longer stretches – a few such periods lasting the whole summer. Reporting that whatever marihuana around was expensive, a 21 -year-old college senior spoke of the scarcity of marihuana among her friends in Jackson Heights, Queens:

I remember it was hard to get and we didn’t have pot for a long time. Most of the time we didn’t have it. And it was just too expensive. On rare occasions we would be able to get some.

A 24-year-old schoolteacher from Queens summarized the situation among his friends during the summer. There was very little use Of marihuana because we didn’t have any. A 23-year-old unemployed artist from Whitestone, Queens, reported:

At times it was impossible. There just wasn’t any pot. There must have been some somewhere, but I couldn’t find any. There wasn’t any price for it. There just wasn’t any.

A 27-year-old black bartender in East Harlem underscored this point: I’ve seen it tight before, but never like this. There was absolutely no smoke around last summer.

A 43-year-old businessman, who uses marihuana regularly with his wife and friends in a Westchester community, stated:

I had a supply so it was cool. But I was very aware of the shortage because all kinds of straight commodity traders came to me, guys in their thirties and forties, guys I never expected, even relatives came to me to see if I could get…. These people all have money and are willing to pay a lot, some said they pay $40 an ounce and at times in the summer they still couldn’t get.

This willingness and ability to pay high prices contrasts with the attitude of a 16-year-old Brooklyn youth who stated:

I buy it with friends. A lot of times we don’t have much money. So when it got too expensive I couldn’t get any…. Like, I like to buy a pound with some friends and sell ounces. Then I get free smoke. But the price was too high even if there was some around.

Black and Puerto Rican youths from the East Bronx reported that marihuana was unavailable in their neighborhood during the summer. Further, they were no longer able to buy it in Harlem, an alternative that had been used in the past. One respondent, a 17-year-old black high school student who had used marihuana for two years stated:

Smoke ran out. Like all of the people we used to cop from said that all of a sudden things were getting hard. They couldn’t cop. You know, they couldn’t get anything, and everywhere we went it was the same story all over.

Ms friend, an 18-year-old unemployed black who had used marihuana for three years, underscored this point: We couldn’t cop from the person we were copping from anymore and like other people ran out and nobody had anything. An 18-year-old black college student who had used marihuana for only seven months prior to the summer of 1969 stated: Grass cut out. Like I would get off my job and we would go to this chick’s house to score some smoke and we couldn’t. Another resident of the East Bronx, a 17-year-old Puerto Rican male, presently suspended from high school, reported:

You heard about it down in Harlem or someplace else, always away from here, and then there wasn’t nothin’. . . . By the time you got there, there was nothin’ left. Like the papers might have called it a shortage but down here it was a panic.


Experiences relating to the marihuana supply during this period fell into four general categories:

1. No shortage/no higher prices: Although aware of a marihuana shortage, via word of mouth or the mass media, these marihuana users were not personally affected by the situation. They can be classified in the following three subcategories:

a. Those who had access to an adequate supply of domestically grown marihuana. Although several respondents reported that they knew of others (usually in the southern, Midwestern, and southwestern sections of the United States) who grew their own, few respondents had access to an adequate supply for regular use during this period. Several others, who did experience a personal shortage, supplemented their supply with domestically grown marihuana, which was usually characterized as being of inferior quality.

b. Those whose supply was large enough to last through the summer and early fall of 1969, so that purchases during this period were unnecessary. Again, this situation was atypical since most marihuana users do not purchase enough at any one time to last for four or five months. One housewife, who reported an adequate stash, also reported that her husband curtailed his part-time dealing during this period. Other dealers, who operate on a larger scale, reported that business was affected by the lessened availability and increased price of marihuana, even though they Possessed enough marihuana for personal consumption.

c. Those who use marihuana so infrequently (usually as a means of sociability) that a two-, three-, or four-month layoff went unnoticed. Four such persons were interviewed, three of them females. Characteristically, these sporadic users enjoy using marihuana, and will usually do so when it is available, but do not personally purchase it or seek it out. Some seem to identify with the drug scene while others do not. However, this type of sporadic user does not represent all experimenters, as many infrequent users were greatly affected by the marihuana shortage.

2. No shortage/higher prices: These persons were able to maintain their regular intake of marihuana, although the price of the activity increased. All respondents in this category used marihuana regularly (at least four times a week) and had access to several sources. Further, all identified with the drug scene and had sold marihuana at some time. Within this category, two subgroups can be identified, although they cannot be distinguished according to any social characteristics:

a. Those who perceived the price increase as part of a long-term evolutionary trend, emphasizing the increased demand for marihuana.

b. Those who perceived the price increase as a unique short-term situation, emphasizing seasonal variables and the restricted supply of marihuana.

3. Shortage/higher prices: The majority of respondents experienced and/or observed both the increasing price and decreasing availability of marihuana during this period. These respondents came from a wide range of locations and socioeconomic groups within the New York City vicinity, and represented various stages of involvement in drug use subcultures. This was found to be the most typical situation among marihuana users in New York City.

Although all respondents in this category experienced a highly atypical marihuana market, responses can be divided into the following subcategories:

a. Those who stressed the high price of marihuana.

b. Those who emphasized the difficulty of obtaining marihuana.


Generally, those who stressed the difficulty of obtaining marihuana were older, had greater financial resources, and were less involved in the drug scene than those who emphasized high prices.

4. Shortage/generally could not obtain marihuana during this period: Many respondents reported that they personally could not obtain any marihuana for continuous time periods of at least one month. All but a few recalled that they had never previously experienced this type of situation.

Although they represented various geographical locations and socioeconomic groups in the New York City area, this situation appears to have been Particularly common among two distinct types of marihuana users:

a. Middle- and upper-middle-class white businessmen, professionals, and others in respectable occupational and community positions, whose only tie to a drug subculture consisted of one or two personal contacts from whom they previously purchased marihuana.

b. Young black and Puerto Rican users of marihuana, who were students, unemployed or marginally employed, and resided in low-income ghetto areas.

Observations and interviews during and following the Operation Intercept period have confirmed the conclusion that there was a severe marihuana shortage in New York City during the summer and early fall of 1969. Although a general shortage was evident, the extent of the shortage for various groups and individuals was not found to be constant. Further, the user’s ability to obtain marihuana was influenced by factors unrelated to financial resources. Thus, marihuana was least available in ghetto areas and among establishment users – these two groups representing opposite poles on the socioeconomic spectrum. These findings emphasize the highly differentiated and uncontrolled nature of the marihuana market. In the next section we will examine the reactions of various groups and individuals to this situation, focusing on the use and availability of drugs other than marihuana.



The stated objective of Operation Intercept was to curtail the Supply of marihuana, which, according to the government’s logic, would cause drastic increases in its price, thus forcing millions of marihuana users to abstain from illegal drug consumption. This report is intended to document and analyze the range of behavioral reactions to this single public policy decision, the unanticipated as well as the anticipated effects.

The following are excerpts from selected interviews. These passages were selected for three reasons. First, it is believed that an analysis of behavioral consequences Should be grounded in the observations of the respondents, as stated by the respondents. Second, as it turned out, behavioral responses tended to reflect the varying circumstances and conditions that developed among drug users in various age, socioeconomic, and neighborhood groups in New York City. Such responses also reflected the degree of drug involvement among these groups prior to the shortage. Therefore, the selections are intended to document this range of behavioral reactions. The third reason for this selection is derived from the second. Since respondents with similar social backgrounds tended to respond to the situation in a similar manner, presenting the comments of all of the respondents would become quite repetitious. As stated, the purpose of this report is to document the range of intended and unintended consequences of Operation Intercept, without pretending to assess the statistical occurrence of any one reaction.


Abstaining and Decreased Drug Use


It was seen that a general marihuana shortage was evident in the New York City area during the summer and early fall of 1 969. If the government’s prognosis was accurate, we would have observed a general decrease in drug use during this period. Ideally, the policy aimed at complete abstention by a significant proportion of drug users. Thus, both abstention and decreased drug use can be characterized as intended consequences of the Operation Intercept policy.

Throughout eight months of observations and interviews, few users of marihuana were found who reported that they had completely abstained from drug use during this period. Actually, since these respondents were very infrequent users prior to the shortage, abstain would be all inappropriate term. They all used marihuana so infrequently and were so uninvolved in the drug scene, that these were the only persons interviewed who were unsure as to the specific period of time in which it was unavailable.

However, several respondents reported that their own use of drugs decreased, and others reported observing friends or acquaintances whose drug use was minimized or temporarily discontinued.

A 27-year-old businessman who had difficulty obtaining marihuana during this period described his less frequent use of marihuana this way: Well, when I didn’t have it, I didn’t smoke it…. Yes, sometimes my friends and I just didn’t have any. He went on to say that none of his friends, predominantly middle-class, white-collar businessmen and their wives, ever used drugs other than marihuana and hashish. He stated that they did use hashish more often than in the past, and that it was more available than it had been, but that in general drug use had declined in this group. He emphatically stated that other drugs were not considered: None of them will use any substitutes that I know of except hash.

Two other respondents, a 24-year-old housewife and a 27-year-old stockbroker, described their decreased use of drugs. She stated: Well, it’s simple. We didn’t have much grass to smoke so we smoked much less. He reported that, although he was not forced to abstain, his drug use pattern was altered:


I had, I always have a limited amount on hand, just in case these things do happen. I had a minimal amount. I mean I couldn’t smoke as much as I wanted to, but just a few times a week with friends. It’s not a question of needing it, it’s just a question of not being able to get it.


However, it must be noted that, although both respondents reported less drug use generally, each referred to the greater use and availability of hashish during this period.

All other accounts of abstaining came only from outside sources, who were either not personally involved in drug use or who did not personally abstain. A writer for all underground newspaper observed:


I know a lot of people whose personalities seemed to suffer. They were anxious and would get pissed off very easily. I think this was because there wasn’t any grass around.


After noting the increased use of amphetamines and barbiturates in her upper Manhattan neighborhood. a secretary at a drug rehabilitation center commented on abstainers: I’m sure there must have been some but I didn’t see any. A more definitive response was offered by a social worker employed by a lower Manhattan drug rehabilitation clinic. Although he did not observe much abstinence among outpatients at the clinic or their peers, he did observe this mode of response by middle-aged businessmen and professionals in his upper-middle-class Manhattan neighborhood:


Many people did abstain. They would look for it but if they found it, good. If they didn’t, they didn’t bother to shift onto anything else. Possibly some more drinking did take place, alcohol, but I’m not sure.


Apparently, abstaining from all drug use was a highly atypical reaction to the marihuana shortage. Although less marihuana use was reported by many drug users and observers of the drug scene, most of these went on to note increased availability and use of drugs other than marihuana. Those who did report a personal decline in drug use were distinguished by certain characteristics that can be categorized as follows:

1. Middle-class and upper-middle-class men and women, between the ages of 24 and 55, who previously used marihuana on a regular basis (four times a week) but who had little identification with a drug subculture, a counterculture movement, or a drug-oriented way of life. Prior to the shortage, these respondents had never used any illegally obtained drug other than marihuana or hashish.

2. Very infrequent users of marihuana, who might have gone several months without using it even if the shortage had never developed. These were white, middle-class people, over 20 years of age, involved in white-collar employment or educational endeavors. As in the former group, these respondents had never used any illegally obtained drug other than marihuana or hashish prior to the shortage.

In sum, the stated objectives of Operation Intercept were realized only among a very limited segment of drug users in the New York City area. Further, these marihuana users are distinguished by certain objective and subjective characteristics, which, taken as a whole, make them unrepresentative of the general drug-using population These factors include serious involvements in respectable social institutions, lack of identification with a drug subculture, an average age above 20 years, and rare involvement in multiple drug use experimentation.


Switching: The Availability and Use of Drugs Other than Marihuana


As stated previously, the ultimate objective of Operation Intercept was to curtail marihuana consumption as well as general illegal drug use in the population. The Presidential Task Force did not state the expectation that a drastically decreased supply of marihuana would increase the use of other illegal or illegally obtained drugs, or that it would lead the growing drug consuming population to greater involvement in drug distribution. Assuming that these stated goals realistically reflected the government’s intentions and assessments, all behavioral reactions and drug use modalities other than abstention or decreased usage may be termed unintended consequences of that public policy decision.

It was found that, although a general marihuana shortage materialized, the stated objectives of Operation Intercept were realized among only a very limited proportion of drug users. Further, these abstainers were found to be quite unrepresentative of the general drug-using population of the area. Far more common was the observation, among drug users, suppliers, and close observers of the drug scene alike, that this period was characterized by a drastic increase in the availability and use of drugs other than marihuana. Although some respondents simply noted this change, most perceived a causal relationship between the limited supply of marihuana and accentuated involvement in drug distribution, multiple drug use, and/or the use of other illegally obtained drugs. This development will now be explored.

The most general result of the marihuana shortage was the increased availability and use of hashish. Increased hashish usage was reported in more neighborhoods and by a wider range of marihuana users than was any other single reaction to the shortage. This does not mean that those groups and individuals who reported more hashish usage did not also partake of other illegal or illegally obtained drugs, some of which were used for the first time. In the following excerpts, there are references to barbiturates, amphetamine stimulants, cocaine, the psychedelics, and heroin (an opiate). Nearly all of the groups and individuals who reported an increased use of hashish during this period also referred to an increase in the use and availability of drugs that fall into these other categories. In fact, most Of the respondents emphasized the use of these other drugs, and Minimized the importance of increased hashish consumption in their neighborhoods.

The greater availability and use of hashish was even noted by several respondents who had reported a decline in overall drug consumption during this period. As might be expected, these respondents were the same persons who fell into the categories used to define those who minimized their drug intake during the shortage. They were generally older than most marihuana users, were middle and upper-middle-class persons engaged in white-collar occupations, and used marihuana regularly but identified with establishment institutions rather than with a drug subculture. The comments of a 26-year-old salesman from Howard Beach, Queens, were typical of this type of marihuana user:



Yes, there was more hash around. We used it more than usual. Whichever we could obtain. At that time hash was much more obtainable. Hash was just about all you could get in the summer. And it was expensive too…. Around $80 to $90 an ounce. I smoked what I got, hash or grass…. No, even today, in my circles I don’t know any people who use speed or LSD or heroin or other pills and things like that.



When asked what he thought the reaction would be among his friends and associates if another shortage developed, his answer was somewhat less conservative than his past actions would lead one to expect:



I think that this time there would be more dependence on other drugs as opposed to last summer. Much more drugs. it seems to me that other drugs are coming into play more than they were. Each year they’re increasing tremendously, sort of spiraling. Like the mild hallucinatories. I don’t know if I’d particularly like that type of head. I like the pot head. It’s a relaxed type of head. You can groove on music. But, if there was no grass around, I might try them.



The behavioral reaction of this type of marihuana user cannot be easily characterized as a success or a failure for the Operation Intercept policy. On the one hand, overall drug consumption was decreased by the policy-enforced shortage. On the other hand, the use of hashish increased and the total situation seems to have been one factor in the consideration of using other drugs in the future. Whether we consider this kind of two-sided result as beneficial or detrimental in terms of the long-range effort to curtail drug abuse, the fact is that this sort of very conservative attitude toward drug use was found to be so unrepresentative of the behavior and attitudes manifested in the general drug-using population that the answer to this question does not appear to be of pressing importance. Suffice it to say that even for some of those persons who experienced less drug use during this period the policy cannot claim unmitigated success.

The overwhelming majority of respondents, including drug users, drug suppliers, and observers of the drug scene, characterized the summer and early fall of 1969 as a period of heavy multiple drug use and unprecedented experimentation. Further, many observed a widespread and rapid proliferation of drug distribution involvements, and the adaptation of established drug distributors to the marihuana scarcity. The following excerpts concerning the availability and use of drugs other than marihuana during the period in question reflect adaptive behaviors among drug users that were unambiguously antithetical to the stated goals of the Operation Intercept policy.

A 20-year-old taxi driver described the range of drugs used by his companions in a middle-class residential Queens community during the summer:


Before the summer it was mostly grass. I guess we had tried everything, except heroin, but just on occasions. As I said, it was mostly smoking…. Smoke was scarce and prices were high on whatever we heard could be gotten. We didn’t bother much with that but instead we did some other drugs. Mostly downs and some tripping too. I tripped about ten times, at least, in the summer…. Mostly we had Seconals, a hundred for $20, about five for a dollar. A few times we got Tuinals at about four for a dollar. There were a lot more downs around during the summer…. It came in spurts. We did whatever we got. We might do it four, five, six times a week for a couple of weeks. Then we would trip a little. Then some speed would be around and we’d do that some. Then some more downs. Whatever is around…. Trips were always an occasional thing, but sometimes in the summer we’d do it often, like one day after the other…. They always seemed to be readily available…. Always somewhere around three or four dollars a trip. Sometimes they were cheaper…. People took speed about as much during the summer as before…. When there wasn’t grass around we smoked a lot of hash. Hash seemed to be around a lot more than usual…. Now it’s mostly grass again but we do downs more than before the summer. A lot of the girls I know seem to like them. Well, if it was very scarce again a good many of them would just use something else. People I know would still want to get high and they would do whatever they could get. Drinking might be one thing, but from what I’ve seen it tends more toward other kinds of drugs. I’d probably see if there was some speed or downs around, or hash hopefully, if there was another shortage.


Although this group had previously experimented with everything, except heroin, drugs other than marihuana were first used frequently during the shortage. Availability, or whatever is around, rather than a distinct preference for any one particular type of drug, was most important in determining drug usage during this period.

Similar developments were noted by a college student from Brooklyn who had become used to being stoned, but had used only marihuana and hashish prior to the summer shortage. She pointed to the changed drug use patterns that she observed upon returning to her middle-class neighborhood from a summer vacation abroad. Her travels also allowed her to observe a situation in which hashish smuggling became appealing to young people who had no such previous involvement:



Before the summer I had only used marihuana and hashish. Some people used ups, but not much, and some used mescaline once in awhile…. Pot was always easy to get at about $20 an ounce. I usually got half an ounce for $10…. I was in Europe during July and August so I really don’t know about the drug situation here during that time, except that my friends said it was hard to get grass. It was getting harder in June, but I wasn’t into it then, because I was thinking about leaving…. In Europe I noticed hashish being used. There wasn’t any pot…. I really didn’t talk about it much there because I wasn’t into it. But I met some kids who were sending back hash or who were going to try to bring it back. It was clear that they’d get a lot of money for it because there wasn’t any grass in the city. Many people I met seemed to be interested in doing this…. Yes, Americans…. One friend of mine, a guy, did it. He must have gotten through customs O.K. He had it when he got back to the States. He sold most of it but kept some. Grass was still hard to get. He told me he had a free summer vacation…. Things had definitely changed around here when I got back. There was absolutely no grass around. In fact, I was very surprised because people who had never tripped acid before were tripping regularly. And there was a great deal of speed around and lots and lots of downs. There were no other drugs to take so that’s what people were taking…. Sure I asked around. There was some hash and we smoked whatever we could get and then we popped pills…. Seconals, Tuinals, ups, speed…. I don’t know what the ups were. I tripped acid for the first time…. They were doing drugs to a greater extent than I wanted to. All my friends were into drugs really heavy in the fall…. They said it was because there was nothing around in the summer except pills. There was no grass and not so much hash and, if you found it, it was expensive. Downs and ups were around before the summer, but nobody used them because there was plenty of grass and it was all good…. I mean downs never interested me and speed and acid always scared me, so I never did them as long as I had grass…. I resisted for awhile but then there was just nothing else…. Once grass came back pills just sort of faded away. Occasionally some people take downs but it is not as prevalent as it was when there was nothing else…. I’m not sure what would happen if there were no grass again. I guess they’d go back to taking downs and ups and more mescaline. I really don’t know what we’d do. We certainly won’t just be straight for whatever period the grass stops. They’re used to, I’m used to being stoned, occasionally and more than occasionally.



Although the aforementioned drugs were available prior to the summer marihuana shortage, nobody used them because there was plenty of grass. Things changed drastically when there was just nothing else. Drugs came to be used so indiscriminately that even those with vastly different properties and effects came to be lumped together under the heading of pills, in the way that marihuana and hashish,, which are quite similar, had always been interchangeable among her companions.

A college student from Brooklyn emphasized the increased use of hashish and mescaline by his group of friends during the summer:


I was in Brooklyn this past summer. . . . As far as hash went, we had the best hash that we’ve had in a long time, good red Lebanese hash. We had it in any quantity we wanted, at decent prices, for the whole summer. We were pretty much preoccupied with the hash so we didn’t want too much grass…. I couldn’t say if there was more hash around than before because the previous year we only looked for grass. Now, hash is the predominant drug. – . . Over the summer, that’s when my friends and I started tripping pretty heavily. . . . We weren’t looking much for LSD. We looked mostly got into mescaline so we came into it almost also had a pretty good supply of THC around. drugs before the summer but I used them more . . . . We really didn’t hear much about ups the summer. We were happy with our hash and know really. . . . I’ve used downs and I’ve used twice. I couldn’t see myself living on them. I don’t like the idea of a pill to go to sleep and another to wake you up everyday. – . . Yes, we knew there was a grass shortage from the papers and from hearing other people talk. We also found out we were doing a lot more selling. There was never any problem getting rid of any amount of hash. We weren’t looking for profits, just to make our money back and have some for our heads.


In this case, drugs that had been tried before the summer, became the primary drugs used during the shortage. As hashish, mescaline, and THC came to be used on a regular basis, the group’s interest in marihuana declined appreciably.

A 22-year-old teacher from a middle-class Queens community emphasized the increased use and availability of hashish, barbiturates, and amphetamines among her neighborhood friends:

People are using stuff a lot less now compared to last summer. They are not taking any harder stuff like acid or downs. Now they’re just smoking. Every once in a while they’ll take a couple of ups or downs but nothing much. . . It was heaviest last summer…. We used some downs and speed during the summer. I took mescaline once. My friends speed a lot. Well, one was taking it every day, almost. But I only took it a few times. I took downs more. . . . I don’t know if there were more downs around in the summer because I wasn’t in contact with them before. I first got to know about them during the summer. People just had them. They said try it, so I did. They were good…. Hash was around. I guess we smoked every night. It was a big thing if we didn’t smoke for a night. Once or twice we got grass. Otherwise it was hash. . . . Yeah, we knew there was a pot shortage. It was on TV and everything. And we couldn’t get it. But it didn’t make any difference because there was so much hash around. . . . You get together and you want to get high so you’ll find something to use. Getting high is something to do when everyone gets together and there’s nothing else to do. It’s cheap. Even watching TV is more fun if you’re stoned.

She also spoke of her 17-year-old brother’s hashish-selling involvements:

You should have interviewed my brother because he made a fortune last summer selling hash. . . . He’s 17. .. . He was selling hash all summer. If my father knew he’d have murdered him. My father is a policeman …. My brother was getting it from his friends and then selling it in smaller amounts. . . . No, he was never into selling before the summer. He did it because it was available to him, people wanted it, and he needed an easy way to make money…. I remember seeing Walter Cronkite on TV talking about the shortage. My brother and I were stoned out of our heads. We were stoned everyday, the shortage didn’t make any difference, and there was Walter Cronkite talking about it. We cracked up.

It appears from these comments and from those of the previous respondent that the marihuana shortage created a situation in which many of those who were able to obtain a regular supply of hashish became involved in its sale. It also appears that little thought was given to the added risks involved in this transition.

A researcher at a drug rehabilitation clinic discussed the increased use of what he called the chemical drugs. He was referring to the drug use behavior of students and young white-collar workers residing in Manhattan:


Last year it wasn’t chemicals. Last year it was basically grass, just marihuana and hashish. Recently I’ve noticed these people aren’t into smoking as much as they are interested in taking a condensed form like THC and especially mescaline. They also have started on this aphrodisiac that came in. It’s Korean incense, a spice, and it is sold in pills or capsules. It’s legal and it’s supposedly an aphrodisiac. Now they’re into mescaline again. These people don’t want to take LSD. They’d rather take THC, mescaline, or STP…. Pot wasn’t that accessible last year. That’s why I’ve noticed a growth in chemicals. . . . That was in the late springtime, early summer. In the winter most of my friends had an ample supply of grass. Whether they stored up for that I don’t know, but they did have enough grass and hash. It was springtime, perhaps, when they started using it all up, that they started into the chemicals. And then there was a large turnover among my student friends to using LSD, speed, mescaline…. It was terribly hard to get grass during the summer. I was approached a number of times on the streets, three times I think, which was quite a shock, you know, to be approached by someone who mumbles you want grass? It was really wild. That never happened before…. People I was in contact with didn’t stop using drugs. No, that’s when they started going to the chemicals. A lot of mescaline was used. . . . They might have tried chemicals anyway. I can’t say they wouldn’t have used them even if grass was accessible, but not to the extent they did, like going on seventeen trips using LSD and mescaline …. Snappers became popular during that period, amyl nitrite. It’s for asthmatic and heart patients. It’s a stimulant and makes the heart beat faster and they really got into that during the shortage. In other words, they smoked, but they wouldn’t smoke that much because there was a shortage, so to get more of a head, they would snap these things. And then there was a great use of amyl nitrite, snappers, or poppers. . . . I think this changing drugs basically is conscious. I think it is out of necessity. They want the head, they think it is pleasurable, and so they go on to something else. . . . I don’t know if these chemicals became more available when grass was less available. I would say that they became more appealing, so you would search out LSD, mescaline, or stuff like that. I think it’s always been around, but if there were some graph made of the sale, the gross product or sales, you’d notice marihuana wasn’t used that much. Whether it wasn’t accessible or it was too expensive, that was a fact, there wasn’t enough. You’d see that it sort of separates in that the chemical drug use increased. . . . From what I saw, the person who was previously getting the marihuana, that same person began getting and selling the chemicals.



According to this respondent, the scarcity of marihuana led to experimentation with legal (amyl nitrite, Korean incense) as well as illegal (THC, LSD, speed, mescaline, STP) substances. Established marihuana dealers adapted to the shortage by catering to the growing demand for the chemical drugs. He also discussed the heightened interest in domestic marihuana:


Remember what books were being published last year? Books on how to grow your own grass. A lot of people got into that and they are still doing it because there is still that fear. There is a rumor that grass is going to be terribly unavailable and even pills will be unavailable. So people are growing their own grass. I think it was Joe Rasso who put out a little pamphlet and lots of others too. It’s sort of died out. I think there was a big influx of grass recently but there is a threat that it will be cut down again next summer. . . . I think a lot of people would try to get jobs down by the Mexican border. . . . I think the same thing would happen, lots of people are growing their own. Five of my friends, heavy smokers who really enjoy smoking, are doing it. One chick has three garden boxes filled. Another is growing it on his fire escape in midtown. Another friend, a bio teacher, is growing a whole patch of it in school…. I think they are doing it as a fun thing to do. But also with the knowledge that there might be that shortage again in the summer. One friend has just bought ten mescaline and ten acid tabs. He’s getting ready for the summer.


A middle-aged businessman from an affluent Westchester community, who had previously used marihuana with only a very small group of friends, noted another consequence of the marihuana shortage:


I was very aware of the shortage because all kinds of straight commodity traders came to me, guys in their thirties and forties, guys I never expected, even relatives came to me to see if I could get. Not freaks. All kinds of people were sort of driven out into the open. . . . Actually, I greatly expanded my range of friends. Now as a direct result of 0peration Intercept, we get Jamaican, Peruvian, and North African pot as well. – – All these different people, previously unconnected, have pooled their resources.


He analyzed the situation from an economic viewpoint and emphasized the age factor in distinguishing between those who switched to stronger drugs and those who returned to booze:


The younger ones unfortunately will go on to stronger drugs while people my age return to booze. That’s what was happening last summer, . . . Basically, I look at it as a market phenomenon. Demand is always met. It’s impossible to turn off the supply of any product which is in demand. It is an economic fact, as seen in Prohibition. If drugs are more satisfactory than booze to younger people, drugs will be available to them.


Although the shortage drove straight types Out into the open, drugs other than marihuana and alcohol were not used among his peers.

A writer for an underground newspaper, who had published articles on the Lower East Side drug scene, underlined the use of psychedelic drugs, hashish, and heroin during the summer marihuana shortage. He also spoke of the weekend junkie phenomenon:



I think the government does want to stop grass from coming into the States but I think it’s a mistake because you get a lot of kids now going on to other drugs. . . . Well, I saw more kids O.D.-ing, ’cause they’ll take anything now. Anything they can get their hands on. Any kind of dope. . . . There’s a lot of acid around, for example. A lot of people are taking acid again. There was a time that people weren’t. Acid use went down a lot. People got a little uptight about it. But now, since last winter, they have really good acid. Pure, good, cheap acid at fifty cents a tab for sunshine, and now there’s even better acid called quicksilver that’s coming in. Kids are taking a lot of acid and using it more often, especially when there is very little speed in it like the kind I’ve had recently. People thought they were getting pure acid a year or two ago, but when you compare it to the acid you get now, you know somebody put some shit in that old acid …. Well, the prices of grass generally went up. You couldn’t score a pound of grass for $95 or $75 like you used to be able to. So now You’ve got to double those prices compared to a couple of years ago, and You’re always getting short weight and everything else, plus there are more Young kids into dealing. They’re not necessarily into it for a profit, but they’re into it to pay for their own or just to score a key and split it up with all their friends. If you don’t have the $250 yourself, you get a bunch of People together and you go score it. With weight you have much closer control over the grass you’re getting instead of buying an ounce off the street or something. . . . If you have the bread, sure you buy more when it’s scarce. If you don’t have the bread then You just have to buy ounces. In times of shortage there’s going to be more ounce dealing because there’s not much weight around. When it is around they buy bigger. Nobody pays much attention to the fact that dope is illegal. But now, at this particular time, there is very little grass. People are smoking a lot of’ hash. In London it’s just all hash. There it is $25 an ounce and here it is $75 an ounce. You can trade an ounce of grass for an ounce of’ hash no sweat at all in Europe, and it is getting to that point here. Hash is getting cheaper because people are bringing in more. It’s more profitable and it doesn’t take up as much space. . . . There was and is certainly more smack available. Correlations are very hard to make because it’s a very diverse society. Generalizations are easy to make. You could always say that the shortage of grass was reflected in the number of deaths from smack. In New York alone it was like double last summer than the year before and this year it’s climbing also. It’s easy to say that just because there’s no grass people are taking smack. I don’t know if that applies to a large number of people. There are more weekend junkies than there ever were. Those are people who snort smack on a Saturday night, assuming that they can get away with it and are not yet addicted. I knew a few but I know more now.



He also attempted to distinguish between those who abstain from drug use during a marihuana shortage because they can’t score, those who realize that they don’t really need it, and the younger kids who just want to get stoned all the time and go to using other drugs:


There are a lot of people who can’t score. Like office workers who don’t know where to go. When there is a lot of grass around it’s everywhere so they get some too, because somehow, at parties or somewhere, someone’s got a bag to sell them. But how they score when things are tight I don’t know. People are beginning to feel it’s not that big a part of their lives, too. I mean that when the realization comes that there’s a grass shortage at first everyone goes through this whole thing, shit I need some dope, you know. And then they find that they don’t really need it, it’s just nice to have. And when you don’t have it you just don’t get uptight about it. But there are a lot of people who, and I think that’s misusing grass, just want to get stoned all the time. When there’s no grass around these people just go on to other drugs. . . . Like the younger kids who haven’t smoked that long but who sort of grew up on drugs. . . . I see that at parties and just watching the kids around. The latest thing was pink mescaline, synthetic mescaline. The kids were taking it. I don’t know if it’s mescaline. They don’t know if it’s mescaline, it’s just what somebody told them when he sold it to them for a buck a tab. Sure, they’re always taking drugs without knowing what it is. They’re dopers.


A 23-year-old teacher from Queens depicted the wide range of reactions in his middle-class Suburban neighborhood:


I didn’t know any people who stopped using drugs during the shortage. Yes, there were a couple of exceptions. People who would take nothing rather than an up, down, or a trip. They were older people, all over 25, and they went back to liquor, where they came from. When there was coke around, during the shortage, for the most part these people tried it but it was still hard to get a hold of and expensive…. There was more hash than grass around last summer and these people used more of it. But they consider hash and grass the same thing and wouldn’t consider that a switch.


He distinguished between drug use within his own group of friends (people 22 to 27 years old) and drug use within a younger neighborhood group (17 to 22 years old). He also described the process by which many in this younger group who were on grass and hash very heavy switched over to downs mostly and then went right into heroin:


Most of the younger group, younger than me, between 17 and 22, my brother’s age group, were strictly on grass and hash. Last summer when there was a decline in grass they mostly went over to ups and downs…. I don’t know for sure what they cost, but they were very, very cheap. This younger group would get like a hundred very cheaply and give them away. That’s why a lot of people were O.D.-ing last summer…. Eventually this younger group started using hard drugs. It happened like this. This younger group was on grass and hash very heavy, like smoking every day, and all of a sudden they couldn’t get any. So they went over to downs mostly, and then they got tired of downs and they went right into heroin. Heroin was more available than grass last summer in Bayside. It was all around the neighborhood. As I said, it was more available than grass. . . . They shot it, skin popped and mainlined. . . . In my group, mostly people 22 to 27, most people, in fact I’d say all of them, during the shortage they started tripping. A couple of them had tripped before but it wasn’t a group thing or a regular thing. During the summer we would trip to get high. It was easier to get mescaline or acid than grass for awhile….


Concerning the long-term effects of these adjustments, he stated:


The people who switched over to heroin stayed on heroin for the most part. Those people who were on ups and downs through the summer came back to grass and the people who were tripping also came back to grass. They might still trip or speed once in awhile but not like before when you wanted to get high you tripped instead of smoking. But the people who started with heroin are still doing it now. The others are using marihuana for the most part.


Although many illicit drugs were readily available in this area, drug-using peer groups of different ages selected different substitutes for marihuana.

An 18-year-old drug dealer from an affluent Long Island community described drug use patterns in his Community and his own increased involvement in drug distribution during this period:


About a year ago everybody was doing just pot. There was a lot of pot around. There were no hard drugs or pills or anything. Coming into the summertime, I was dealing already. Things were starting to get dry for smoke, grass and hash, so I started dealing other drugs like LSD and ups and downs and speed. And my friends started turning to other drugs. They started tripping and speeding. Nobody I knew at that time went to dope. … Now I know a lot of people who do dope, and not too many people who do only grass, and nobody who trips. They’re mostly doing hard drugs or only soft drugs. It’s like a big split in the middle…. Some people do barbiturates but it’s a very small minority. Most people do smoke or hard drugs, dope. . . . There seemed to be an abnormal quantity of hash around in the summer, much more than normal. But the price of that was still high because it was very good quality stuff. It was $80 to $85 an ounce. That past winter it would normally be $80 an ounce…. It wasn’t that much higher, but people didn’t really want hash. It’s too much of a hassle. They like to smoke in the car and you can carry joints anywhere. Not a pipe. It’s easier to get busted for hash. Grass is easier to handle.



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Marijuana: Aphrodisiac – Or Libido Killer?

I am a 25 year old woman, married, and very much in love with my husband of four years. Our only problem is our sex life. My husband smokes a lot of weed (several times a day) and we’re not making love because he is never really up to it. I think that the weed is the reason why he has little interest in sex, I seem to remember having read that marijuana can affect the libido, but I’m not sure. There is lots of loving, kisses and hugs in our marriage, so it’s not love that we’re lacking, just sex, but it really affects me and my selfconfidence.

I have no problems with weed, I smoke (but not as much as him, maybe once or twice a week) and I grew up in Denmark where marijuana isn’t looked upon as something bad, my father growes his own and has, ever since I was a kid, so it’s not that I’m condemning his use, just that I feel a little put aside… Could marijuana be the problem, and if so, how should I deal with it?

Marijuana is actually one of the most powerful and effective aphrodisiacs know to man. However, used in excess it can cause problems such as you describe. The reason is not so much the cannabis itself, but the sedentary lifestyle that excessive use engenders. By becoming a couch potato, not getting enough exercise, the body loses its health and stamina gradually. I say this can be an effect of excessive use, because a lack of motivation to get up and out and do things is typical when under the influence.

So all your husband needs to do is take a nice long break from smoking, get outdoors (summer’s almost here!), get exercise, and then he should be coming back to you again. He should not let his cannabis use overwhelm his zest for life and loving. Less is more. Less smoke = more enjoyment. Plus it keeps your tolerance down, you smoke less, save money, save your lungs, save your health, save your marriage!

Other things you can do: Break your routines, take trips to other places, make new friends, etc. Variety is the spice of life and makes people more excited about living. These are some of the things some people sacrifice when they abuse marijuana. And really it’s that fine line between use and abuse that causes problems. Or can be used to hide other problems.

Now if he does all this, and still isn’t romantically inclined, then he has another problem, unrelated to marijuana.

Good luck,
The Old Hippy

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