I am under the alch-fluence of Canebinal
I ran into the craziest guy ever a few days ago. He look about 60-ish and was wearing a t-shirt with a wide variety of different types of weed, and over that was a Grateful Dead tye-dyed shirt with an orange bandanna. He was walking a beautiful colly, and after i comment on the awesomeness of his dog he stopped and chatted for awhile. It turns out that that day he had been approved for medical weed (he had the paper work to prove it) because of some jaw pain no doctors could explain. He proceed to ask if my friend or I had a pipe (with which we could smoke with him with) and pulled out his stash that even came in the orange medicine bottle. After politely declining his offer he asked if we wanted to hear a real pacific northwest poem. We of course agreed and he started rhyming for like 2 minutes it was awesome. My favorite part (and the only part I can remember) was when he said he was under the alco-fluence of canebinal(Ke-neb-inal). I am sure i am butchering the spelling (of his made up word) but I am trying to spelling like it sounded. We clapped and he continued on his marry way, but it was quite an experience. I dont think i have ever had some one off the street offer to smoke a bowl with me... well at least not one who was 60-ish... that could legally carry up to an oz on his person at any one time... I would envy him except for the chronic unexplainable pain that he has lived with for the last 6 years...