HIGH TIMES: You rose from unknown to superstar In an incredibly short space of time. How have you handled the changes? BENATAR: If It happens slowly, It's easier. Once it started it went like a blinding speed. No time to grow into the situations you're constantly confronted with.
Okay, you've been busted and the guys that collared you are in clothes. They could be federal, state or local heat—or ripoffs, for all you know. But who they are and who they're working for is of paramount importance in your present situation.
TASTER'S JOURNAL: Delicacies from the drought and other observations
Goodbye Thai Sticks
Hello Panama Panamanians
The surprise of the year in gourmet grass has been the disappearance of the Dread Drought. It’s been astonishing, in fact, how many different and delicious things to taste there have been during the late summer period when we fanciers of extraprimo used to have to settle for moldy commercial product dug up from the back bins of some wholesaler's warehouse.
COCAINE GENERALS RESHUFFLE JUNTA; BUSINESS AS USUAL
Bogus “Dope Crackdown”
Lucho Arce Returns?
HIS EXCELLENCY PRES. GEN. LUIS Garcia Meza stepped down as Bolivia’s el jefe last August, as promised—but only after a tense week-long occupation of Santa Cruz Department by nominally “reformist” military chiefs who considered Garcia Meza’s too-notorious implications in the international cocaine traffic a disgrace to the nation and an impediment to the much-longed-for recognition of the La Paz military government by the Reagan administration.
ROBERT HEUCK IS THE POlice chief in San Antonio, Texas. “There were rumors the chief was on his way out,” recalls one of seven San Antonio cops snapped up on petty dope charges last spring. “They wanted to replace him with a Mexican, a Hispanic.
MARIJUANA MOONSHINELS they're called new—not because they brew inferior homemade reefer but because many of them are from the same hillbilly families who previously ran jugs of white lightning past county sheriffs and federal revenuers out of the backcountry Virginia hills.
THE GOBLIN IN THE PICTURE is one of 500 people protesting at the U.S. Navy’s ELF Test Facility in northern Wisconsin. The facility, consisting of 28 miles of ELF (extremely low frequency) antenna cable powered by two powerful transformers, was built in 1969 with an April Fool’s Day promise that it would be removed when testing was completed.
EDWARD COMENOUT WAS busted last summer in a midnight raid on his family’s Indian Country Store here and charged with illegal possession of and intent to sell...booze and smokes. Gun-wielding state Revenue and Liquor Board agents, with local cops, bashed into the Indian Country Store, forced Comenout’s 80-year-old mother out of her adjoining trailer and seized 20 cases of liquor and 1,798 cartons of cigarettes.
POTSMOKERS AND DEALERS, two of this country’s most significant minority groups, need lawyers to remain at large—cunning lawyers, smart lawyers, honest lawyers, well-informed lawyers. To assist this elite corps of advocates the National College for Criminal Defense at the University of Houston’s Bates College of Law is putting out a new publication, the Drug Law Reporter.
OVERCROWDED PRISON CONditions constitute cruel and unusual punishment, especially in the case of longterm prisoners, a Justice Department survey has concluded. Researchers working for the National Institute of Justice have determined that chronic overcrowding produces classic “behavioral sink” syndromes in cons subjected to it over a long term.
SOME PEOPLE HAVE THE MIDAS TOUCH. They can turn calamity into bonanza, personal disaster into spectacular triumph. As the Scientology cultists say, them folks must be “clear.” Take Hollywood producer Robert Evans, for instance: The administrative honcho behind the Godfather films, Chinatown, Marathon Man and a string of other cinematic hits was busted last year scoring five ounces of top-shelf blow.
THERE IS A BUSY TAVERN IN Santa Cruz City with a curious English name: Bavaria Shop. The regulars in this joint are mainly dignified-looking European gentlemen of late middle age, many of whom would right now be in European prisons if they hadn’t managed to escape the Nuremburg War Crimes tribunal after World War II: ex-SS Nazis, Gestapo chiefs and prominent French and Italian collaborators with Adolf Hitler’s “final solution.”
The pot industry, like any bullish business, pays a good deal of attention to the demographics of sex. Just who smokes what where and for how much is a question every serious dealer wisely knows the answer to. And one of the most intriguing areas of consideration in this field of market research is just who smokes more pot, men or women?
aka angel dust, hog, Captain Crunch, killer weed, LBJ, and even the peace pill
CHARGES: Causes users to turn into berserk, homicidal, bulletproof maniacs. Causes permanent, recurrent organic psychoses and brain damage. Sprayed on oregano and sold to children in schoolyards. Users particularly like to tear out their eyes and murder close relatives on PCP but never remember their crimes later.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI KNOWS WHEREOF HE writes. A marginal man, a heavy boozer, a denizen of the seamy L.A. nightlife, Bukowski drew on his rich experience to produce over 30 autobiographical books of poems, short stories and novels. And they sing.
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. Of course, I never had any books to carry. I had sold them all for drink. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cram for exams. I could get my "Cs."
EVERYONE KNOWS THE SURE AND CERTAIN HORRORS OF JUNK FOOD. It was Twinkies and assembly-line cheeseburgers, after all, that so deranged the manly sensibilities of Dan White in 1978 that, in a fit of hypoglycemic homophobia, he slaughtered San Francisco officials George Moscone and Harvey Milk.
There was one thing everyone was ready to try: the allegedly invigorating white substances that look uncannily like heavily sifted and profoundly cut street cocaine. The "other" caines: Toot, Supertoot, Substitoot, Ultra Caine, Pseudo Caine, Supercaine and Pro Crystal II. A little grainier than table salt but considerably less flaky than confectioner's sugar, their texture is just demoniacally suggestive of the sort of coke recognized by most people in this country who have ever done coke.
There was no shortage of people ready to try butyl nitrite either, strictly in the interests of "scientific research." We had available any number of different brands of butyl—Locker Room, Zap Zolid, Quick Silver—and it was fortifying to see that hardly anyone recorded any difference between one brand and another.
"Now, what does propylene glycol do for your head?” I kept quietly asking myself. Though it is nowhere mentioned in The Pharmacological Basis of Therapeutics, or even The High Times Encyclopedia of Recreational Drugs, propylene glycol was the prime ingredient in two offerings on the junk-dope table.
This had to be done quick. No case of nitrous-oxide chargers will last long around the HIGH TIMES premises. In fact, if you want to know the single drug that has been most intimately and ubiquitously involved in the rise and flourishing of this magazine —more influential than reefer and coke put together, actually—it is that most splendid and venerable invention of Sir Humphrey Davies: nitrous oxide.
"Of all the junk on this table" one tester speculated, "this is the only one so far that's paid off at all" It was astonishing. Everyone just then was rubbing their jaws, spitting discreetly into styrofoam cups, waiting for the inositol numbness produced by Ultra-Caine and Pro Crystal to go away.
Unfertilized seedpods? Or souvenir nose boogers from Uncle Frank's trick nostril? With these little suckers magnified 200 times, even "R." himself couldn't tell the difference. Anyway, we thought you'd get a kick out of seeing how the stuff you've been habitually sucking back into your lungs looks real close up.
ORANGE DOTS BECKON. They welcome with temptation, power and promise. All 262,000 of them reach out with their unearthly glow. WELCOME TO PLATO. TYPE YOUR PLATO NAME. TYPE THE NAME OF YOUR PLATO GROUP. TYPE YOUR PASSWORD, THEN PRESS NEXT. A snag surfaces.
CALIFORNIA MARIJUANA is now recognized as being some of the best smoke in the world. Consequently, it has also become some of the most expensive. For this reason I decided to stop handing over exorbitant sums of money each month to some pencil-necked geek in turquoise jewelry and imported dungarees and tried growing some of this superweed myself.
THE STORY SO FAR: In March 1978, for the first and only time in his life, Colombian shrimper Pedro Vera signed up for a marimba run to the United States. The ship was an ancient North Sea freighter, the Helena Star, skippered by Vera's old friend, Román, also on his first (and last) such voyage.
COCAINE is only one of the alkaloids contained in the leaves of the plant species Erythroxylon coca. Varying amounts of several other similar alkaloids are also present, depending on the particular species of coca used, where it is grown, and the manner by which it is refined.
In simpler days, calendars found their way into your home without your much noticing it. You went down to the savings and loan to clean out your Christmas club and absently plucked one off the stack in the lobby, gratis. Invariably it featured some vacant-eyed young thing with child, puppy or apple, whose fresh-scrubbed face would gain a mustache or at least a layer of dust before the following New Year's.
WASHINGTON, D.C.—Pres. Ronald Reagan today charged the leaders of the Soviet Union with "supporting international terrorism, aiding insurgents around the world in the undermining of legitimate authoritarian governments, and plotting to enslave the West.
As secretary of state and as a man holding the rank of general people frequently ask me, "Say, what about all this stuff about the Russians having us out-bombed by a heap?" Also, many Americans want to know whether it is true that the Russians have bigger cocks than us.
I observe that my journalistic colleagues in The Jew York Times, The New York Review of Jews, and even the Saturday Review (as if there were any remaining question why they publish on Saturday, whereas the remainder of we journalists traditionally rest on Sunday)—I observe, I say, that the esteemed gentlemen of the Eastern Liberal Establishment Press are characteristically unified, even as so many dainty pansies blowing in the same zephyr out of the East (the far, far East, if you scent my drift.
Even though I write about film, there are only a handful of directors I've known personally. One of them—a great one—was Nick Ray, the director of Rebel Without a Cause, They Live By Night, Bigger Than Life and Johnny Guitar. I met him under hectic circumstances at a 1973 retrospective at the University of Wisconsin.