“If you substitute marijuana for tobacco and alcohol, you’ll add eight to 24 years to your life.“~ Jack Herer
Here’s a funny story, no wait – it’s funny to me now, but it really wasn’t all that funny a few decades ago when I was a stoned teen about to have my brain jostled around for an entire afternoon! Here’s what happened: I was about fifteen, it was a beautiful warm and sunny Saturday in Dover … my friends and I were hanging out doing what many of us little punks did back in the late seventies – smoking a joint. No harm done, right? I mean I never got into anything heavier, so the whole “gateway” drug stuff seems like total B.S. to me.
There I am with my friends having a good time, talking, laughing and most likely stuffing our faces with a zillion Doritos, and along comes a dark blue Chevy Impala. Damn! You see, this Chevy happened to have my dad behind the wheel, and his passengers included mom and my cousin Tracy. They were on a mission: to find me, get my ass in the car and head to Bertrand’s Island Amusement Park for the day. HOLY SH!T!
(ITALIAN LESSON: amusement park = parco dei divertimenti or luna park)
Bertrand’s Island was usually a thrill for me, but going to an amusement park high was not on my agenda that day. I almost tossed my Doritos on The Tilt-a-Whirl, my brains got scrambled on The Scrambler, and flying around on that huge old rickety roller coaster – geez, what a nightmare!
That night when we arrived home, I swear I was the happiest kid in town, and my little stoner secret stayed with me – until now.
Why couldn’t Dom turn the car around THAT day? Oh well, head back to the home of Madness here: www.MadnessMomandMe.com.