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 don't use it."
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Scorpio Rising on the Queen Mary of the Underground
(The following is the actual log from that 1970 voyage from New York to Tangier, Morocco
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Scorpio was edgy about this trip.
The first time around he had set out with the fool certainty of a pilgrim, to ride the myths of the Hash Trail. And it had all worked.
In spite of a doubtful premise and a few incredible blunders Scorpio managed to out it together and come back decently enlightened.
But now Scorpio was five years older and not quite so quick. Realities, responsibilities and New York City had dulled his desire to swashbuckle.
The question was, had it dulled the radar?
Scorpio had watched the Word come and go in America and he was a worried man. It all seemed played out, finished. There was nothing in sight but that bad moon.
And Scorpio wasn't the only one who felt the vibe. Friend Richard Goldstein of the Village Voice, during the course of his less-than-hale farewells, had expressed the same doubts. He also sensed an energy slowdown in the environment. Something wasn't right, perhaps a period of colic for a force-fed youth culture--or perhaps time for some regrouping and getting back.
So it was with such thoughts that Scorpio plunked down his cash for two one-way passages to Tangier at the N.E.W.S. Shipping Line at Battery Place. And it was there that he saw old joker face Fate on his ticket.
Scorpio had drawn the Tuhobic.
Five years before, in 1965, he had crossed on the Tuhobic's maiden voyage. Also a maiden voyage of sorts for himself.
He was pleased but concerned. The Joker hadn't wasted any time setting him up. It seemed that he had been lurking there, waiting for Scorpio to get himself ready.
Get it on then brother.
NEXT: Beating The Devil
Scorpio had watched the Word come and go in America and he was a worried man. It all seemed played out, finished. There was nothing in sight but that bad moon.
And Scorpio wasn't the only one who felt the vibe. Friend Richard Goldstein of the Village Voice, during the course of his less-than-hale farewells, had expressed the same doubts. He also sensed an energy slowdown in the environment. Something wasn't right, perhaps a period of colic for a force-fed youth culture--or perhaps time for some regrouping and getting back.
So it was with such thoughts that Scorpio plunked down his cash for two one-way passages to Tangier at the N.E.W.S. Shipping Line at Battery Place. And it was there that he saw old joker face Fate on his ticket.
Scorpio had drawn the Tuhobic.
Five years before, in 1965, he had crossed on the Tuhobic's maiden voyage. Also a maiden voyage of sorts for himself.
He was pleased but concerned. The Joker hadn't wasted any time setting him up. It seemed that he had been lurking there, waiting for Scorpio to get himself ready.
Get it on then brother.
NEXT: Beating The Devil
