Taste Test #1
Earlier this week i dropped in on Grass Roots at 1077 Post Street in San Francisco for a gram of Sativa. i chose a dependable old fav Super Silver Haze at $18 and lit up later. While my first impression was good, but not great, i decided to reserve opinion.
Later that week i was walking through Berkeley and decided to visit the Patient's Care Collective at 2590 Telegraph Avenue and browse their selection. They had a nice variety of hybrids (pure Sativas seem to be dwindling) including Super Silver Haze at $16 the gram.
In the interest of science i took a gram of SSH, intending to hold a taste-off.
Over the course of two days i compared both grams. This is my conclusion based on three solid tests...
The $18 bud from Grass Roots has a pleasant, low-flying ride with the arc of a seaplane from Sausalito to San Francisco. Short and ultimately pedestrian.
On the other side the $16 gram from Patients Care Collective provides good, hefty elevation that has a global sense of purpose and robust arc. Definitely top-shelf at a friendly price.
Usually a first-class dispensary with a great menu Grass Roots might want to rethink their Sativa taster. If i recall Chocoloup was lemonade.
Note: Under a magnifier it's difficult to tell the SSH grams apart. Never judge a bud by its color.
America's Cultural Tsunami: The Continuing Saga
Once in LA i found a place to live, sort of a furnished motel type deal and began looking for a job to support me while i pursued my acting. i had heard on the Boston grapevine (before Blackberry and twitter we had The Grapevine) that Laura, a Radcliffe girl married to a dynamic young black man called Sonny Daley, was in LA. Her husband Sonny had looks, charm and was extremely well spoken. He also gave you the sense he was ready to rumble at any moment.
Now Sonny had been briefly married to Gail who was currently living with my pal Robert Gilman. Sort of a hippy Days Of Our Lives... So i contacted Laura who was then residing in Santa Monica with daughter Rivka (Sonny was away) who told me it was easy to get a job as a Social Worker if you had a College degree. I took her suggestion, applied, and was accepted. This meant i could buy a car, which was required for the job description. i liked the idea of Social Work and bought a huge, old Packard for $50.
Side Story: Robert Gilman met Gail at a Halloween party in 1960. They immediately became inseparable and set up residence in Robert's North End apartment. Fine. True love, everything as it should be. Then it happened that Robert introduced his friend Jody to Ralph Pine. Youth being what it is, Ralph got Jody pregnant. Jody then went to New York for an abortion. Lonely, unhappy, Jody sent Robert a postcard that read, "I'm so depressed, Fuck New York." The Boston Postal Inspector contacted Robert wanting to know who sent the offending card, which wasn't signed.Robert refused so the PI appealed to the local police for help. At the time the word "Fuck" was highly illegal in print. And it gave the local fuzz (as they were known) their opportunity. They had been watching this interracial couple. So on May 31st, the eve of Robert and Gail's wedding day, the police burst into their apartment and began ransacking the place, looking for drugs and pornography. Finding none they arrested the couple on local charges that ranged from "Lewd and Lascivious Cohabitation" and "Open and Gross Lewdness" to my favorite, "Affront to Public Morals". Bail was set at $250 for each and Robert was required to post $25 to secure his bond which Ralph Pine refused to pay so Robert contacted his estranged father for the money. Once free, Robert went out and got a young lawyer he had met at a party named F. Lee Bailey. It was practically F. Lee's first felony case. Yes, Lewd Living and Affront To Public Morals carried felony charges that could bring five years. The Boston Postal Inspector was so dismayed. he actually apologized to Robert for starting all the tsuris. Be that as it may, Bailey got the charges dismissed using the newly passed federal "search and seizure law". It seems the police, in their eagerness to thwart young love, hadn't bothered to get a warrant. Later, Robert named his son, Matthew Lee after F. Lee Bailey.
Back to Hollywood...There i was, reasonably settled, but lacking one important element, a pot dealer. i found a connection right there at my job, an ex-hooker turned Social Worker named Shelby....
Next: The Screen Test
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