Editor: Hey, white dudes! Do you realize the fact that in the lead Highwitness News story, "NFL Cracks Down on Cocaine," you used pictures of brothers only. What about all them white motherfuckers gettin' high an' shit? They bein' cracked down on too.
It's her party and she'll cry, sulk, wear funny hats and too much makeup—even shave her armpits if she wants to. That's right folks, it's the one and only Edith Massey (most of you will remember her as the Egg Lady from the movie Pink Flamingos), whose observations and cogitations we ran as a sidebar to last month's interview with Edie's mentor, filmmaker John Waters.
After my first day in business as a full-fledged dope-dealing supermarket, I was kicked back in my condo counting up the day's receipts of $1,600 when there came a knock on my door. Well, I said to myself, this dope business is allll right—but, when I opened the door, all I could see were suits and the barrel of a .38 sticking right up my nose.
I'm facing a disciplinary court-martial in the USMC because of the EMIT urine test [see "The Golden Swindle," HIGH TIMES, NOV. 1982]. I could lose a stripe, or get fined, or even get discharged. My advocate read your piece on the EMIT, and how it wouldn't hold up in a civilian court, but he says it doesn't make any difference, because my EMIT positive was "confirmed" by another method.
1. We know that each of the 5 customers bought only one kind of "controlled substance," and that each paid a different amount, using only $100 bills. (Clues 1 and 2) 2. We also know that $300 worth of Quaaludes was purchased. (Clue 6) 3. Therefore, the coke buyer paid $600 and Bill paid $200.
JOHN DE LOREAN TOOK THE FALL THE HARD WAY: on television. By now you know the basic story—at least the public one as embellished by the mass media and Los Angeles federal prosecutor Jim Walsh and company: Once the almost-president of General Motors, John Zachary De Lorean had given up the pinstriped world of corporate Detroit to chase his own dreams.
TRAVELERS REPORT THAT Heathrow International has become the first airport to publicly stipulate a no-bust marijuana limit, which officials have set at 10 grams—about 20 American-style joints' worth. When incoming passengers are found to have less than this quantity of cannabis on their persons (grass or hash), the dope will be seized, but no bust will ensue if the passenger is prepared to cough up a penalty fine on the spot.
LAST SUMMER, THE POLICE chief of Ponce Inlet, Ted Grau, selected an unusual gift for his girlfriend, Linda: 13.5 grams of unstepped cocaine from his own evidence bin. When ex-chief Grau, 37, recently embarked on a four-year prison term, his ever-faithful wife, Pat, called it unfair: "It was his first offense," she claimed.
COPS PLANT MONEY, NAB FINDERS IN NARC-STYLE AIRPORT TRAP
"IF SOMEONE IS A DRUG dealer," declares Seattle criminal attorney David Allen, "and the police say we know they're a drug dealer and we're going to give them an opportunity, then it's a different story." In this story, though, the police were leaving wallets and purses, each with realistic personal identification and about $20 in change, on lounge seats and bar stools around the Seattle-Tacoma (Sea-Tac) airport.
As DRUG ENFORCEMENT Administration special agent William Feaser tells it, a big Seattle coke dealer named Larson, and his California coinvestor, showed Feaser $650,000 in cash and real-estate deeds in the Red Lion hotel here last Election Day, and Feaser busted them for Thai marijuana.
The New York Yippies continue to maintain their two-pronged, siege on social inequities and marijuana prohibition. Aron Kay, famed pie-er of the political elite (above), negotiates with one of New York's finest during a Yip protest against Nancy Reagan's appearance at Lincoln Center.
A PROFESSOR OF ANATOMY at UCLA, and a private physician in Shrewsbury, New Jersey, have both been awarded patents on two quite different drug-detection devices which are bound to generate a good deal of public interest after they go into production, probably late this year.
SCIENTISTS SEEKING TO learn how psychotropic drugs work in the brain have discovered how it might be possible, someday soon, to develop new drugs that will suppress appetite without causing all the awkward side effects of amphetamines: physical dependence, wakefulness, "speedy" motor stimulation and euphoria.
GAMBLERS GOING COLD TURKEY FACE PHYSICAL WITHDRAWALS
COMPULSIVE GAMBLERS are physically strung out on their vice, reports the Toronto Addiction Research Foundation (ARF). The British Gambler's Anonymous group recently permitted medical researchers to examine several hundred of its members, and it was determined that many had experienced something much like mild narcotics withdrawal when they decided to quit.
CIMETIDINE, THE ANTIulcer wonder drug marketed most broadly as Tagamet, should be viewed with great caution by pregnant women and nursing mothers, researchers at the University of Pittsburgh's School of Medicine warn. To be effective, cimetidine must be taken daily for long periods of time; it crosses the placental barrier in pregnant women, and its concentrations in breast milk can be even higher than its concentration in a nursing mother's blood-stream.
PREGNANT WOMEN WHO drink coffee in the final months of term should be aware that their fetuses may be exposed to three times as much caffeine as usual, physicians here report. Drs. Jean Guy Pelletier and William Parsons, examining 15 coffee-drinking women in their ninth month of pregnancy, had them abstain from coffee for one day—so as to be caffeine free—and then gave them a morning cup.
Like all farmers, sinsemilla growers are prone to growing-season laments about pestilence, drought, heat waves, floods, disease and other diminishers of their crops, hopeful that fear of scarcity will drive prices higher. And, like all farmers, they are granted forgiveness for these exaggerations by a public long since jaded by the American institution of agrarian pessimism.
Medical advice by David E. Smith, M.D. Written by David E. Smith and Rick Seymour of the Haight-Ashbury Free Medical Clinic Acupuncture has been used in the Orient for thousands of years to treat a wide variety of medical problems. Treatment consists of inserting very thin needles into specific points in the body called “meridians.”
[Ah, those were the days—when young girls lived and breathed for their favorite groups, became neurotically obsessed with the band members' hair, their dental floss, the length of their peckers. Those were the days when innocent rock stars were true heroes, the largest heroes in America—not musicians-cum-lawyers behind corporate scams calculated to muster up a brainwashed following, like today.
Cranked-up jungle narcs have the ugliest names, but that's still no excuse for pumping bullets into a pot pilot's face.
The big old twin-engine Lockheed Lodestar was barely a pinpoint in the Atlantic midafternoon haze when Elinor Henderson had Huey Reel crank up the ancient Dodge pickup into first. "They've come all the way up from La Guajira on two tanks," she was fretting.
The brilliant and mythic underground cartoonist explains how he breathes, and unleashes a major, new collection of Felching Vampires, Rotting Zombies and Space Dykes.
S. Clay Wilson is best remembered by most of us for his lovable, low-life, 'cross-the-tracks back-alley cartoon characters like Ruby the Dyke, the Checkered Demon and Captain Pissgums and his Pervert Pirates, not to mention my own personal favorites, like Star-Eyed Stella or the Hog Ridin' Fools.
I was running around with a wild bunch of kids and I was scared. We were part of the Scorpions. Daddy no longer loved me. That was it. I was desperate to find the love he had taken away from me. My friends were just like me. They were desperate—the products of broken families, poverty—and they were trying everything to escape their misery.
1 People who call other people assholes generally are. 2 When you've considered everything, you've considered too much. 3 Human relationships do not work. 4 Brilliant men are created out of desperate circumstances; fools are also. 5 When you marry the woman you also marry her entire family.
Our connoisseur goes in search of Santa Marta, Part II
The story so far: A mysterious and lovely woman had a proposition for the HIGH TIMES Connoisseur. If he passed a subtle and difficult cannabis identification test, she would share with him a rare remnant of the last stash of Chateau Forcade.
Increasing your plant's intake of carbon dioxide is one of the easiest and most inexpensive ways to dramatically increase your yield.
Plant growth is determined by five factors (light, heat, water, nutrients and carbon dioxide), and an insufficient amount of any one of these elements can seriously debilitate your crop. In an indoor situation, the concerns of heat, water and nutrients never pose any problem to the cultivator—ample supplies of each are readily available.
A Season In Hell With the N.Y. Rangers, by Larry Sloman
Cast of Characters
SEPTEMBER 18, 1979
JANUARY 31, 1980
For two seasons, HIGH TIMES Editor-in-chief Larry "Ratso" Sloman lived, drank, traveled and skated with the New York Rangers. His resultant book, Thin Ice, sent shockwaves through the National Hockey League establishment and drew immediate comparison with previous sport scorchers Ball Four and The Bronx Zoo for its honest portrayal of the frenzied lives of young athletes.
373 FROM SAN FRANCISCO AND VANcouver to London and Amsterdam, innovative institutions serving youthful drug users have begun to introduce nonchemical ways of "turning on" or "getting high"—nonchemical routes to altered states of consciousness.
In the America of their dreams—President Reagan's minions are fond of telling us—it will once more be possible for the poor and humble to rise to greatness. And who better illustrates that shining vision than Reagan himself? From the Bijou Sleaze Pits to the Halls of the Mighty, from piss-drenched Z-Movie Palaces to the Corridors of Power, from Bedtime for Bonzo to Wartime for Weinberger—Reagan has ridden the Borax 20 Mule Team to heights undreamed of—and done it with all the aplomb and ease of any other all-American crinkle-eyed, crap-shuffling country boy.
On a cold, blustery night in the early 1970s, in a beat up section of London town, Dingwalls is jammed and jumping. Inside the pub the air is thick with beer-drinking ruckus, and some of the most powerful and exciting music ever to be pumped out of a mess of Fender amps.
Eleven years since the Summer of Love the Winter of Discontent arrived in San Francisco. With his latest book, Weird Angle, published by Last Gasp of San Francisco, photographer f Stop Fitzgerald continues his documentation of the new season in music and art. A candid look at the Bay Area's punk music and performance art scene, Weird Angle runs the gamut from the spontaneous paparazzi moment to the controlled studio portrait.