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Post by unclegarf on Jun 1, 2019 6:31:40 GMT -8
So. Just walking Sally my staffy, on the way to the park we go to, we pass a black plastic rubbish rubbish bag on the pavement,obviously dropped out of a car window by some thoughtless so and so. I decide to collect it on our way back and drop it in my own rubbish bin. An hour later I gather up the bag, thinking unpleasant thoughts about the culprit. I decide to look inside the bag and if I find something with an address on, send them a letter expressing my opinion of them. Open the bag and...full of home grown cannabis leaves! Back in 70's, I'd be smoking the stuff. Now with my c o p d / asthma, not a good idea. A call to the local police offers a disinterested chap who suggests I just add it to my rubbish. Ok, fair enough. A further inspection of the bag reveals THREE fairly new electrical extension leads. Keeping those for my own use, I dispose of the dope. So. Dumping the dope I can see logic in, but the leads??? So many scenarios buzzing in my head. There's a short story in all this somewhere. Anyone want a bag of dope no questions asked? Let me know before rubbish collection day.
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Post by Julie Harris on Jun 2, 2019 14:03:17 GMT -8
Wot? Just leaves?? Had it been a bag of bud you’d be a rich man.
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Post by unclegarf on Jun 2, 2019 14:10:13 GMT -8
Julie. Yep, just the leaves. I blame the booze for clouding my common sense, but the stash has been retrieved and is now undergoing a slow drying process in my oven. About 50 c should do it. If I dare smoke it,I'll have inhalers to hand and the medics on standby. Poked a healthy looking sample into a glass of water with some plant feed just for the hell of it.
Of course this is purely for the sake of my research for the story otherwise I would never....! Who the hell am I kidding? I just hate looking gift horses in their mouths. I'll report back in a month or so. Maybe.
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Ria Stone
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Post by Ria Stone on Jun 3, 2019 9:54:19 GMT -8
Gosh, finding the bag and your subsequent actions and thoughts are a story in itself.....expand it into a short story :-)
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Post by unclegarf on Jun 3, 2019 11:37:55 GMT -8
Naw. But feel free to have a go. My 'research' continues and a fair old pile of it is almost dried off ready for use. A bit nervous with my asthma and my sensible self is wagging a finger at me. I usually ignore him. Back in the seventies, I could roll a joint blindfold, but forty years on I'm out of practice. I'll not be buying tobacco etc, so some practical alternatives will be devised. So you see the story is still unfolding. Maybe the spaced out event might help me with the dragon sculpture I'm working on. Life is for living, that's what I reckon.
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Post by djmills on Jun 3, 2019 12:34:09 GMT -8
I love this story! :-)
I saw on Border Security New Zealand last night that one guy uses pages from an old bible to roll his tobacco in as it burns "just right" for him. Of course he was only allowed 50 grams of his tobacco roll or he would have to pay a large excise tax on it before entering the country. So, you could try a page ripped from an old small bible to roll your dried leaves. :-)
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Post by unclegarf on Jun 3, 2019 13:28:54 GMT -8
Nothing religious in this place. I'm contemplating something involving a jar and tubing. On the plus side, I have plenty to experiment with. Maybe I can adapt a spent inhaler? More to the point, Will this short story have a happy ending or will some six feet six knuckle dragger come round demanding his stash back?
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Post by unclegarf on Jun 5, 2019 11:35:54 GMT -8
Yeah,man, Like, wow, and yeah, cool man. Drifted back to the 70's again. A little improv and creative thinking and it was on for a trip down memory lane. No ill effects and stopped at the 'mellow' stage. I figure as an occasional treat this could last until 2022. Happy days. That's all the info, Ria. Write the story.
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