Can * nois * seur ( kan' us sur' ) n. one competent to render critical judgement on the qualities and merits of cannabis
"The most amazing property of cannabis is its ability to fog the minds of those who do not use it."
Heads Up: Nothing like a free market to groove the consumer. An influx of excellent outdoor strains flooded San Francisco come harvest time, giving patients a choice of high-grade low-priced outdoor, or high-grade moderately priced indoor. Deals ranging from $25 eighths, to $40 quarters, have become common, with the outdoor driving the indoor a bit lower. But from personal observation, turnover at all local dispensaries is still quite brisk, despite the competition. Caught in the middle are the local indoor growers. Rumour has it that the farmers are sitting on a huge stash, unwilling to flood the market. Wall street may have a new commodity in its future.
BLUES FOR THE TWINS: In early January of 2011, Betsy left the scene. Her twin sister Anne, split for good some years earlier. Mono zygote twins (same egg) they found it difficult to live apart, although they gave it a good try. In their day they were key players on the New York Jazz scene, the burgeoning drug culture, and the hippie movement. They were instrumental in connecting all those disparate elements, which could be found, most any night, in their living room. Names like Omar Klee, Herbie Hancock, Charles Lloyd, Dizzy, Paul Krassner, Nat Hentoff, Richard Pryor, all shared the sofa with sub-radar street legends, poets, hustlers, hookers and dealers of all persuasions. The Twins had a connection for everything from exotic drugs to newly vacated apartments. And their couch was always available to would-be crashers. They were the go-to girls in New york City in the '60s and '70s. First known as the Jazz Twins, in their later years they became the Heroin Twins. Right up to the end, bent and fragile. Betsy was doing crack, with her smack. When Annie was dying of cancer, Bets would smuggle her daily dose into the hospital. But through their journey they never lost their wiggy sense of humor, or their deep compassion for humanity. Everyone they touched was better for it. Good night ladies, you were always too hip for the room...
(They were so nice/God made them twice)
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