Just Bragging...48 years Toking

Hey guys. I grew up in Detroit and bought my first illicit drugs in 1964. Back then no one I knew
had ever smoked and I had to take a bus to the ghetto and ask around to make a connection.
At that time in Detroit pot was sold by the "deuce". A deuce was just about as much weed as would
fit into a matchbox. It was rolled up in tinfoil and sold for $2. A double-deuce was twice the size and price.
When I moved up to larger buys we bought lids. A lid was supposed to be a four-finger bag that weighed
an ounce. For decades a lid was $10. The quality was nothing like today though. My mini-crew of 4 guys
figured a lid was just about enough for 4 guys in one evening. Bazunga! If I tried to sit down and kill a
quarter-oz of what I grow now I would be permanently melted into the furniture. I remember me and the guys sitting around
and bull-shitting about one-toke or 2-toke reefer. What was a pipedream then is a reality now.

Just thought I'd share that in case there are any more history majors out there curious about how the OG days were.

BigSteve

i remember those days. a friend bought a deuce (or two or three), which served as my intro. i always bought lids myself. yep $10 or $15 for a lid. which was supposed to be an ounce but i don't think a lid was anywhere near an ounce. maybe half-ounce. but cheap by today's standards. lids back then had a lot of leaves and stems and seeds. joints used to explode sometimes from the seeds.

That's awesome! I love the "ol Days" Stories. My pops freaks on the stuff he is smokin now.

I got 43yrs burning.I remember buying matchboxes in Tex. for $2 and lids for $10.
Ahhhh those were the days my friend.

quote joints used to explode sometimes from the seeds./quote

yeah those were the dayz. When using a pipe we always kidded about a popping seed putting your eye out. Never happened but coulda.

Popping seeds could be harmful to your love life too. 1970 or '71 -- I'd talked a local girl into coming over to my crib to smoke one.
I lived in a big party house and Monica sat on my right on the floor as we circled up to pass the joints. As she was leaning forward
to talk to the girl across from her my partner passed me a roach behind Mo's back. A big seed popped just as the handoff occured
and dropped a hot ash down the back of Monica's hiphuggers. She let out a whoop and saw through my attempt to apply medical
aid. Fun times.

BigSteve.