First of all, it's best to be born fast, because it hurts, and it's best to die fast, because it hurts, but I think if you were born and died within that minute, that would be the best life, because the priest says that way you're guaranteed to go to heaven.
High Times did not fink on the Finca Las Mercedes when we published a map of the world-famous pot plantation on page 38 of Albert Goldman's "Outlaw Strongholds of Colombia” (April ’78). It will always be our policy to protect the people on the front lines of the cannabis trade; we assure you that there has been no breach of the unique trust this magazine holds with those brave men and women.
Q: Reports of cancer risk among users of the pill have made me interested in a new contraceptive called Encare. I've heard it's a vaginal suppository that's been used in Europe and is just now being sold in the United States. Can you tell me how well it works and whether or not it's dangerous?
Working all day in the fields isn't so bad when you haul back a harvest like this: five ten-inch buds gooey with resin and smelling like the tropics. The smoke was cool, tasty and hard hitting. —Name withheld, Stowe, Vt. Who says that smoking pot leaves no harmful side effects?
Diffuse Ruminations upon the Epiphenomenon of Sexiness
Do men find women in low-cut blouses sexy? Are women turned on by men with hairy chests? Are WASPs sexually attracted to Jews? Is money an aphrodisiac? What's so sexy about Vitas Gerulaitis? What do you think of when you hear someone described as a "coed"?
What makes some magazines sell out the day they hit the newsstands, each copy passing from reader to reader like sacred relics, old issues changing hands for prices way above the numbers printed on their covers, their impatient subscribers rushing to check their mailboxes every day, firing off angry letters to editors if the magazine comes a day late, loyally inspecting the masthead of every issue to spot minute changes in personnel and generally behaving as loyally as a detachment of doomed but determined French legionnaires?
The scientist's public image is no longer that of the fearless searcher for truth, for too many in science have allowed their results and their morals to be controlled by the governments and corporations who pay for their experiments. Many dedicated researchers are unhappy with the situation, but one of the few lay groups working to change it is the Aquarian Research Foundation (ARF) in Philadelphia.
BOGOTA—A former Colombian justice minister and presidential candidate, responsible for jailing hundreds of young Americans on trumped-up drug charges and low-level seizures between 1974 and 1976, has been indicted here for fronting fraudulent government contracts and pocketing the money.
MEXICO CITY—A group of Americans imprisoned on drug charges here have accused the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) of keeping some 111 prisoners off the prisoner-exchange list. In an open letter to Presidents Carter and Lopez Portillo, the prisoners claimed that DEA pressure is keeping a select group of them behind Mexican bars.
Peru, one of the Organization of Dope Exporting Countries' (ODEC) leading cocaine exporters, has depleted its foreign currency reserve and is on the brink of bankruptcy. The Andean dictatorship, whose untaxed cocaine exports totaled at least $960 million in 1977, has depleted its entire foreign-currency reserve and can no longer pay foreign creditors, including the United States and the Soviet Union, without a major refinancing of its $3.6-billion debt.
BOGOTA—Nearly half of 4,000 secondary students surveyed in four major Colombian cities claimed to have "regularly" smoked some kind of dope to get high, according to a report published by the Health Ministry. The report, titled “The Prevalence of Drug Dependency Among Secondary Students,” showed that 1.876 of 4,000 students between the ages of 16 and 20 smoked marijuana.
MEXICO CITY—Over 233 American drug prisoners, some who have been in jails here for seven years, have been returned to the U.S. to complete their sentences under the provisions of the long-awaited prisoner-exchange treaty between the U.S. and Mexico.
Within the space of 48 hours police in Japan and Germany made the largest busts in the history of both countries. Over 57 keys of Thai sticks were seized in a bonded warehouse on the outskirts of Yokohama, along with the president of Japan's largest music company.
BOGOTA—The past three months here have seen sweeping busts throughout the marijuana and cocaine export industries, with dozens of low-level dealers being jailed on a variety of export scams that backfired. Two Americans were arrested by the Riohacha F-2 narc unit on suspicion of planning to run a planeload of prime Colombian to the U.S.
Annual memorial activities at Ohio's Kent State University for four students gunned down by the National Guard during 1970 antiwar protests will be particularly pungent this year, as participants in the May 3—4 commemoration will be faced with the half-completed shell of a gymnasium under construction, overlapping the site of the shootings.
KATMANDU, NEPAL—A controversial plan is underway here to turn this mountain city, famous for its thriving hashish trade, into what a South Korean businessman has called the “Las Vegas of South Asia.” H.O. Kim of Continental Resorts Limited, who now runs a casino on the outskirts of the city, wants gambling, dancing girls, live entertainment and other attractions to “make Katmandu the most exciting city between Tehran and Singapore.”
HONG KONG—Five narcotics investigators were beaten by 40 off-duty cops wielding sticks and clubs here in response to allegations that hundreds of police officials were actively involved in dope smuggling. The violent attack came after a march by 2,000 police protesting the investigations as “too lengthy and causing mental agony.”
NEW YORK—Joe DeLuca, an alleged cocaine dealer awaiting trial here on 18 counts of drug sale and possession, became a fugitive from the law last December rather than face a possible 15 years to life imprisonment under the state's harsh Rockefeller drug law.
WASHINGTON—Nearly 75 well-organized and highly motivated members of the Youth International Party (YIP) dominated the NORML conference's first-ever plenary session, but their attempts to push the six-year-old pot lobby leftward were thwarted by NORML director Keith Stroup.
WASHINGTON—Nearly 800 marijuana reformers who spanned the spectrum from multi-ton dealers to joint-a-week tokers, including Yippie leader Dana Beal, Black Muslim General Hassan Jeru-Ahmed and senior White House drug advisor Dr. Peter Bourne, met here with doctors, lawyers, congressmen, musicians and hundreds of others interested in the future of the 5,000-year-old weed for the 6th Annual Conference of the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).
The Baron of Boffo, The Wizard of Whoopee, The Duke of Daytime TV
Hollywood is thick with actors and comics shamelessly trying to get recognized, but the hottest new comedy act in town finds it harder to stay unknown. A manic, shuffling, dirty-minded, rapid-fire clown calling himself the Unknown Comic has become the fave of millions of “Gong Show” fans who faithfully tune in to his appearances on 300 stations nationwide.
If you think feminists have no sense of humor, you'd better keep an eye on Dick Gregory, former laugh merchant turned strident social activist. For the next 12 years Gregory plans to deny himself the pleasures of the flesh. "I would love to see the day come along when I could look at a woman and not see her titties, not see her booty, but just see another creature that God has put on this planet.
First, let me explain why I've undertaken the task of writing a column devoted to a connoisseur's consciousness of cannabis. For years I've been waiting for someone to step forward and bring to the appreciation of fine marijuana the attention to nuance and personality that wine tasters bring to writing about fine vintages, the sensual relish with which food writers describe the subtle savors they devour.
How Big Jim West, the Buford Pusser of pot, made the Gone with the Wind of smuggling movies
Imagine that the year is 1926, the place is Montauk Point, Long Island, the center of Prohibition's Rum Row smuggling zone, and a film is being made. The producer is Arnold Rothstein, the man who fixed the World Series in 1919 and now controls all gambling, vice and bootlegging rackets in New York.
When I heard that most of the film critics were not exactly overwhelmed by Bob Dylan's latest film, Renaldo and Clara, I figured I should go see it, pronto. I knew if the establishment media hated it, it must be good. I already knew 90 percent of the movie would go right past me, for I have come to realize that although the "Dylanological method" was entirely accurate, I was unable to apply it to a good deal of Dylan's poetry.
Muhammad Ali began writing poetry in 1962 to publicize his fights. The first poem he remembers went: Moore will hit the floor in round four. During a recent visit to Ali's training camp in Deer Lake, Pennsylvania, Andy Warhol asked if he'd written any new poems.
picking thru the ruins w/ a stick. the wet leaves against my legs and the bottoms of my feet. in my pocket the silky roll of my stockings. my stomach is contracting. the stones are cold and wet. the rein of virgil and in the distance another castle, parted like the scalp of a student, by a seizure of mold. the quaaludes.
Lou Reed began writing poetry when he was in high school, but he was interrupted by a series of electroshock treatments administered at the request of his parents, who thought Lou's vacant stare and inability to concentrate indicated malaise.
The coolest article ever written by the world’s coolest expert
Rex “Iceman” Weiner
A friend came up to me the other day and told me this very sad tale: "Man, my whole life is a mess. I'm just plain desperate. My job is terrible—I'm a yes man for a boss who always says no. My salary is peanuts. Every time I figure out a way to make ends meet, somebody moves the ends.
Royal Nepalese is the hashish that connoisseurs relish most. It is, by the widest gourmet agreement, the finest, richest, most subtle of smokes, the hashishin's hashish. Its gentle breath is as clean and pleasing as the air of the sub-Himalayan peaks where it flourishes; it seizes the mind like a rush of tantric energy gurgling up the spine of a Tibetan holy man as he leaps from peak to peak in those fabled "pastures of rapture."
London is alive with rock 'n' roll, and it's all punk. In fact, going to London now is like going to Jamaica, if you replace reggae and the rastas with punk rock and the punks. So when the Ramones invited me to stay with them at the Holiday Inn and go to their concert at London's premier rock venue The Rainbow, it seemed like the ideal opportunity to nip back and check things out.
There are hundreds of hotels, ranging from the very cheap (but comfortable and clean) to the most expensive in the world. I stayed in and can recommend the following: The Portobello Hotel $25 per night—single. $32 per night#x2014;double. Considered hip and cheap. Patti Smith stays here.
The dope scene in England is one of surprising contrasts in which courtly old-world airs and graces contrast with the straightforward manners of the working class. As a visitor, you might find yourself one day inhaling Peruvian flake or “cannabis resin” (hash oil) in a stately manor house with a choice company of rock stars, young peers thrice descended from William the Conqueror and gorgeously groomed British “birds” (easily distinguished from female members of the royal family, who may be recognized by their resemblance, in face and form, to “Saturday Night Live’s” John Belushi).
If we have learned anything from New Wave (punk) rock, it's an aesthetic for the new form: the minimal sound and the maximum idea that what is fresh and unpretentious is somehow more truthful and—maybe—more honest. What's the use of Elton John speaking of pain (unless of a hair transplant) or Peter Frampton talking of sorrow, when we all know that these two men can buy their way out of five or six infernos and can jet from here to eternity and never miss a gig?
Shitkicking outlaw legend from Austin, Texas (that's 54 miles from Luckenbach)
Willie Nelson smokes a lot of dope, drinks a lot and fights a lot when he's drunk. He's 45, and he wears an earring, long gnarled hair, a bramble-bush beard. His anarcho politics are nearer red than redneck, but he has his fingers in most of the Texas music scene.
The Phantom Forum is the first fashion cafeteria in New York, in America, in the world. A boutique, a bistro, a night club, a cabaret, a hotbed of world-shaking fashion politics, poetry reading, happening-happening and partying of every description, the Forum is haunted by resident phantoms Bruce MacGowan and Louis Andre, underground designers extraordinaire, whose rags, rugs and rigs grace the most stylish and antistylish rock stars, movie extras, actors, models and street freaks in scenic SoHo.
This year promises to be the best ever for smoke-ins. Already over a dozen communities have planned spring and summer events, with dozens of harvest festivals to follow. There's still time to put yourself on the smoke-in map. For advice, contacts near you, music bookings, films and literature call Smoke-In Central at (212) 533-5028 and ask for Mz.
UFO buffs, fliers and thrill-seeking contrabandistas are soon going to be able to flit around the skies in flying saucers. Plans for the saucer have been on the drawing boards for some time and production is expected to begin this year. Utilizing the principles of the hovercraft and gyroscopic anti-gravity effects, the disc-shaped aerial vehicles are already being advertised: saucer for sale, two-passenger model—$687,000.
Carl the Weasel downed one last shot of Jack Daniels, broke the glass on the floor and stomped into the glacial dark of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. Strapping himself into a large, black snowmobile, he adjusted his goggles, fired up the engine and sped into the Canadian timber.
Laurent Fiocconi, an alleged kingpin in the French Connection smack scams of the Sixties, is fighting an attempt to extradite him from Bogota's La Picota prison to France. Fiocconi's defense strategy is his claim that he cannot be legally taken from Colombia, because he is Colombian.
Two ships caught napping by the Coast Guard cutter Dauntless have been towed to port with more than 90 tons of pot in their holds. Feds say it is the biggest pot bust of all time. The coastal freighter Miss Connie, flying a Netherlands flag, and the fishing boat Eco-pesca IV were discovered at anchor near Orange Cay in the Bahamas and later ordered seized by suspicious D-men.
Los Angeles fuzz ended up a good year with a 25-pound flake seizure from a mule stepping off the Miami-L.A. run. The cocaine was found in a suitcase allegedly owned by a 21-year-old Bostonian taken into custody at International Airport. By the way, that additional 25 pounds didn't take L.A. out of the cocaine-league cellar, where the cops finished the '77 season with a mere 152.1 pounds of seized blow, as against the Big Apple's 196.8 pounds and Miami's 509.2 pounds.
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The electric car's coming of age was heralded by last year's International Electric Vehicle Exposition in Chicago, where dozens of streetworthy models were unveiled, some already in production. Most are aimed at the "second car" market.
Courts in Arizona and Nebraska have refused to follow Alaska's lead in recognizing that the right of privacy includes the right to smoke marijuana in one's own home. The Nebraska Supreme Court ruled against Robert Kells, who pleaded guilty to possession of less than a pound, rejecting his argument that the 1972 Schaeffer Commission report had recommended more lenient penalties because grass is harmless.
On the night of Eddie Money's East Coast debut at New York's Bottom Line, he jumped onstage and sang, "If I were in the army, I'd want to be the general. If I worked on a garbage truck, I'd want to be the driver. But I want a mansion in the hills, wanna burn thousand-dollar bills, I want to be a rock 'n' roll star."
Mountain Girl was Ken Kesey's main lady prankster, Jerry Garcia's old lady and a famed psychedelic San Franciscan. "Growing marijuana is a natural act," says Mountain Girl in her new book about organic sinsemilla cultivation, The Primo Plant (Berkeley: Leaves of Grass / Wing-bow Press, $4.50).
Truckin' home from Mexico with a parcel of primo weed, a smuggler gets mighty eager for his front porch and the smell of frying bacon, but a heavy foot on the accelerator can result in a seven-year stretch in a local pen. The Fuzz-buster II Multi-Band Radar Detector puts some distance between you and the orneriness of a two-bit narc.
Having fled to the New World to avoid religious persecution (he believed in American money), Victor Bockris (28) recently jetted to England with the Ramones to compile the first guide to Punk London. One of America's top interviewers, Bockris's conversations with Susan Sontag, Salvador Dali, Keith Richard, Andy Warhol, Raquel Welch and Sissy Spacek have appeared in High Times, People, Interview and Chic.