can * nois * seur ( kan' us sur' ), n. One competent to render critical judgement on the qualities and merits of Cannabis




Today's visit to the coop aptly named Divinity Tree at 558 Geary Street in San Francisco yielded a first grade strain also aptly named Almost Heaven. Dark green laced with purple/ tobacco threads salted with a light frost, this fragrant sativa expands slowly, like a hot-air balloon that rises to the upper atmosphere then floats for hours observing the world below. The buds are well-cured giving them a good burn and the funky aroma of an expensive men's cologne. It is also a nifty deal at $30 the 1/16. ( i bought a gram at 17, then came back for the latter)

Divinity Tree has become one of our favorite coops. The small, carpeted emporium has an exceptionally eclectic and exotic selection. Their menu features at least 15, or perhaps 25, strains in various glass jars displayed behind the back-lit glass counter. Prices range from $10 to $17 a gram and the clerks are knowledgeable. It's also open 11 to 6 on Sunday.



The Road to Hollywood is paved with mistakes. Part 4


This actually happened. In October of '62, myself and two new friends, Jason and Vic, were sitting in my East Village pad, smoking boo and listening to Symphony Sid on the radio when a newscaster broke in with the news that the United States and Russia were in an armed standoff...American ships were blockading delivery of nuclear missiles to Castro's Cuba. At that moment the chances of nuclear war were 50/50.
We looked at each other as the jazz came back. A discussion began. If the Russians sent a nuclear missile our way, Jason reasoned, New York would be a prime target. My brief experience in the military, and in theatre, told me this was just a flaring of feathers between predatory birds.
Perhaps it was the weed but Jason's hysteria kept escalating. He was certain New York was going to be hit. My somewhat nihilistic view was, you can't run from a nuclear bomb. May as well relax and blast off with the Big Apple.
Upon hearing this, both Jason and Vic were horrified to the extent that they got up, went out, and began hitchhiking to California that very moment. Man, talk about paranoid...
Speaking of which, my experiments with psychedelics and telepathy were getting weird.
A few months later, my marriage, and life, collapsing, i piled what i owned into a brand-new drive-away car, a Cadillac Eldorado, and headed for California. Like Kerouac and Cassady i was out to discover America in seven days.
Next stop Hollywood...

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