When I returned to HIGH TIMES recently it was almost six years to the day that I first helped launch it. We were fresh from the underground press and quite comfortable in our Greenwich Village basement. We took a weird pride in the fact that no national magazine distributor would handle HIGH TIMES and more than 40 major printers wouldn’t print it.
To put it rather bluntly, your new format sucks. I picked up the latest HIGH TIMES and, lo and behold, some female Editor/Publisher ODs on crystal Drano, takes over a fine publication and subjects it to some twisted ego’d-out scheme to improve it.
This issue marks the HIGH TIMES debut of veteran investigative journalist Michael Dorgan. Born and raised in Wisconsin, the cheese capital of our nation, Michael and his lovely wife Lydia (who’s French, by the way) now call San Francisco home.
Some Cookie-Can Companies and Crock-Pot Manufacturers have made a lot of claims, recently. They claim to have a Prettier Machine than we have. They claim their machine is cheaper than ours, they even claim to Maximize; what they don't claim is that they ISOMERIZE. They don't claim it because they don't do it!
It’s hard to be a hash connoisseur in America. Unless you know someone in the trade you just don’t get to see—or afford—the kind of variety they have in Europe. On the other hand, it’s hard to be a grass connoisseur in Europe, since they hardly see any cannabis but hash.
Linda Ronstadt will sleep alone tonight... unless you help! “It really is lonely at the top." Linda has lamented with a straight face. “That’s not just a cliche. I need a real man and a real movie-type love affair. I’m lonely and I’m bored.” Cry no more, Linda.
Just because you ask a person if he’s an undercover agent or an informer and he says no, it doesn’t mean he’s not an undercover agent or informer. Even if he has long hair, wears faded jeans, acts like an asshole, smokes and deals dope. There are various kinds of informers and according to their degrees of reliability, varying amounts of corroboration they need to bring down a bust.
LETICIA, Colombia—Dope millionaire “Mosca” (“the Fly”) Monroy was suddenly released from jail in La Paz, Bolivia, on the day of the bloody “Cocaine Coup” there last July 17. Fresh from several months on the block for coordinating one of Bolivia’s most efficient and murderous snort syndicates, Mosca was seen on the day of the coup leading a squad of armed thugs in a raid on the Bolivian Workers Union, where Socialist presidential candidate Marcelo Quiroga was murdered and labor organizer Juan Lechin kidnapped.
Richard Hall, the owner and operator of Buckeye Scientific Company in Columbus, Ohio, who was exposed in November’s HIGH TIMES as an informant for the federal Drug Enforcement Administration, was beaten to death in a Columbus parking lot in early September.
A Vietnam veteran, who claimed his battle experience forced him to seek a life of continued high risk, was acquitted by a federal jury in Boston recently on charges that he smuggled three tons of hash into the United States. The jury agreed with expert witnesses in the case that Michael Tindall, a helicopter pilot, had been suffering from “Vietnam syndrome” and was innocent by reason of temporary insanity.
SAO PAULO, BRAZIL—Coke prices skyrocketed and purity plummeted this fall after the bust of Renato de Souza Santos, or “Tonelada"—Spanish for “ton,” said to be the quantity in which de Souza customarily moved his Bolivian toot consignments.
In early September a task force of narcs from at least eight law-enforcement agencies seized 20 tons of weed at San Francisco’s Pier 26 and arrested 21 people in one of the most bizarre drug cases in recent years. Ten Americans and six Colombians were arrested in the early morning raid on the alleged off-loading operation, and five more people were eventually hauled in as the original San Francisco charges were dropped in favor of federal conspiracy indictments filed in San Diego.
A German narc was suspended from active duty recently after he served up a dessert of hash sweet rolls at a drug-squad picnic in Wiesbaden. The potent pastry apparently didn’t agree with the authoritarian personalities of the dope Gestapo: Some of them fainted; others suffered what an interior-department spokesman described as “fear of death,” and six, in all, ended up in the hospital.
While evidence mounts that pure delta-9 THC may be comparatively inefficient at reducing nausea and eyeball pressure, commercial drug companies are still working feverishly to concoct and research synthetic analogues to THC. The analogues are not being developed to improve on THC, however, but in fact to duplicate or emphasize its action as closely as possible.
WOKING, ENGLAND—The government’s blood test for detecting marijuana metabolites in the bodies of auto drivers may be discontinued shortly—because, in the judgment of the very scientist who developed it ten years ago, the test is simply too precise.
NEW MEXICO STUDY SHOWS GRASS WORKS IN CHEMOTHERAPY
ALBUQUERQUE—Marijuana and some of its main derivatives have proved to be effective in alleviating nausea produced by cancer-chemotherapy preparations, reports Dr. Edward Deaux, administrator of the Lynn Pierson Therapeutic Research Program here.
Question: What’s white and tan all over, drives a $20,000 air-conditioned Bronco, shuns $200-an-ounce Iranian caviar in favor of $300-an-ounce organic California bee pollen, and engages in land speculation on the side? Answer: A poor Hawaiian pot grower.
SAN FRANCISCO—Wherever Mary Murphy has gone, her faithful companion Sido will not be joining her. In a landmark case, probate Judge Jay Pfotenhauer ruled that Ms. Murphy, who took a lethal overdose of sleeping pills last year, was not within her rights when she ordered in her will that her ten-year-old collie-sheltie be put to sleep.
She’s tall, blond and blue-eyed with the well-scrubbed good looks and ready laugh of a Midwestern sorority girl or archetypal stewardess. In fact, she is from the Midwest, was once a sorority girl and does work for an airline. We met on a plane.
The author of 'The Shining' and 'Firestarter' says he's not afraid of his own kids...yet
John Robert Tebbel
Time was, if you were in the mood for a good bloodcurdling scare, you waited until it got nice and dark, climbed into bed with the covers tucked up snug under your chin, and opened up a Gothic horror story. Nowadays, you get the same thing in the broad light of day over the breakfast table, opening up any morning newspaper.
Our last installment found our Nootka hero awash in a sea of Hollywood phonies and fake hors d'oeuvres at a party given by a very famous screen actor. Returning now to the festivities, we find the famous actor and a few close friends about to begin rehearsal for a key scene in his upcoming movie.
His face, which was lined and full of wrinkles, betrayed all the common conceptions usually generated when one hears the word smuggler. His hands, though also wrinkled and dotted with brown age spots, were nonetheless steady as he crushed out his Lucky Strike on the guardrail and turned to me.
Hashish is practically redundant in the Shivapuri foothills of the grand Himalayas, the place is so naturally hallucinatory to begin with. Marijuana grows into trees here, 20 feet tall and beyond. Giant silk-haired monkeys squat brooding in the branches, idly strumming with taloned toes the cable-thick retaining strands of spiderwebs that stretch from tree to tree, causing the whole crazy-quilt web pattern to quiver and bounce in the tropical mountain sun.
Hare Krishna,Hare Krishna Guns 'n' Ammo,Guns 'n' Ammo
He can be seen in airports selling miniature American flags, or on busy street corners singing hypnotic chants. He wears a saffron robe, his head is shaved, there is a faraway look in his eyes. He is a devotee of the Hare Krishna movement, and he claims to be on the path of peace, love and the ultimate religious experience.
"Okay, you're gonna be our gonzo journalist," he tells me. "Don't change a thing. Skuzzy sneakers, stinky sweathood, lousy teeth, gobby midriff— you're gonna be our Uncle Duke, only down, man! Hunter Thompson gone bad! Fear and loathing turned in upon itself, baby!" Which is not an awful bad idea, when you think about it.
If there’s a special lady in your garden, you don’t have to bid her a tearful farewell at the end of the growing season. Instead, make like a certain ill-famed mogul and immortalize your most precious accomplishment: CLONING will preserve her exact genetic characteristics for next year.
LOS ANGELES—Terrorized Los Angeles Police Department personnel have finally been given the green light to go after PCP abusers with new high-tech ordnance that may put "angel dust" freaks among the angels for good and all. A gun called the Taser Fazer, which instead of a mere bullet delivers a 50,000-volt electrical charge at regular pulses for five minutes, is the prize gizmo in the new police-protection arsenal.
Note: Dr. Fuck is a respected professional in his field. Due, however, to professional jealousy, he is forced to conceal his real identity (even from himself). Dear Dr. Fuck: My girl friend made me fuck her 68 times in one night. Is this normal?
44 "SPEED KILLS!" Some speed users who inject almost suicidal doses of methamphetamine into their veins without any regard for their safety and health may actually be trying to test the truth of the youth slogan "Speed Kills." The role of the doomed person who is at once a martyr sacrificing himself, a hero braving the confrontation with certain destruction and a gambler playing dice with death, is a role which seems to have a strong seductive pull for some young people who are morbidly hungry for compassion, admiration and excitement.
Amazing things are happening these days in England. The profit taking and escalating recession brought about by the Tory government that was voted in last year has turned the screws of discontent and powerlessness among the country's young people another excruciating twist.