Editor: Kudos to Dean Latimer for one of the best pieces of investigative journalism that I have read in a long time. I'm referring, of course, to his article on the EMIT urinalysis test in your November issue. What with the test's extensive employment in both the public and private sector, to be armed with such information is vital.
Deep in the redwood forests of Northern California, in an art studio that would rival the seven dwarfs' workshop, Pat Ryan and his partner, the late, great Dave Sheridan, internationally renowned underground cartoonist, have created a tongue-in-cheek look at what California's Biggest Agricultural Business might be like someday.
At last, after all these years, we can finally lick Tricky Dick. The latest blotter making the rounds (shown left) is RMN 18.5. A close examination of the Sphinx head will reveal the familiar features of our 37th president. The high is supposedly intense, but some deleterious side effects have been reported.
The fruity wine slipping through Catherine Deneuve's lush lips, delicately tippling over her tongue—that intoxicating elixir passes from your hand to her inviting bouche. Well, maybe, kind of. There is the possibility that if you harvest grapes for a fortnight in France's Beaujolais region, Ms. Deneuve might someday taste the fruits of your labor.
Remember Miss Body Beautiful? (Her picture in our September 1980 issue generated more reader response than any other item in HIGH TIMES history.) Remember Leon Spinks? (He took the WBC Heavyweight title away from Ali in `78 and lost it back to him the same year.) Remember Mandingo?
What has 90 toes, one black penis and two breasts? The Supreme Court. What do you call an Iranian first offender? Lefty. Did you hear about the Polish javelin team? They elected to receive. Now, if you were among the cognoscenti who bought the Jokes for Jerks 1983 Calendar when it first came out, you could be winning friends and offending authority figures with these jokes and others of their ilk.
David Blue, one of the fixtures of the Greenwich Village folk-rock scene in the '60s, died in New York in December. As a singer/songwriter, he produced eight albums. As an actor, he appeared in Wim Wenders's American Friend and as the narrator/historian in Bob Dylan's Renaldo and Clara.
Wilde, like a stallion, loved a boy and counted the rosary of prison years repenting every werewolf kiss middle-aged need had bestowed on youth in a city of loneliness Edgar Poe starved his soul till his skin bleached white William Hierens wrote in lipstick on a wall the secret language of our century and a little girl's body chopped in four he left behind for tabloids and the priests the perverse poet in the London fog Jack wrote in blood six odes to love the infant Hitler was deprived of love and, through processes that a Jew named Freud has taught us all to understand, six million people later died Ravechal, who threw bombs in restaurants, said, "There are no innocent bourgeoisie." and not until the blade of time can shave selfishness from the poor self's need will the need for love be a loving thing and the naked flesh not a naked cage The above is from HIGH TIMES contributing editor Robert Anton Wilson's latest tome, Right Where You Are Sitting Now , which features further explorations of neuropsychology, Illuminati-inspired conspiracy theory, semantic shuffleboard and the Jumping Jesus phenomenon.
THE REAGAN ADMINISTRATION IS learning the hard way that moralistic, antidrug platitudes, that might wear well in right-wing political circles, just don't fly in Bogotá Landi Kotel. When Pres. Ronald Reagan and Atty. Gen. William French Smith toured foreign cities in November and December, largely to convince smaller countries to toe the U.S. line on drug enforcement, they were force-fed a dose of harsh reality.
CARL JERRY LONDON, FORmer mayor of Clarkesville, Georgia, and a fugitive for more than two years, has been arrested and returned to prison in the United States. London was among those in dicted in 1979 in the DrugEnforcement Administration's show-trial extravaganza that brought down the ring of bungling pot movers known as the Black Tunas (see "The Gang That Couldn't Deal Straight," HIGH TIMES, Sept. `81).
NEW YORK CITY NEW YORK CITY ROOKIE narcs put on their sneakers and varsity jackets to in-filtrate nearly 200 city schools last winter, and discovered that, in some schools, pushers seemed nearly to outnumber students. Over 600 people were busted in 178 schools over three weeks—an average of 33 dope busts per day—but only 35 of the bustees were students!
IT WAS NIGHTTIME. IT WAS DARK. BEsides, okra “resembles marijuana somewhat,” Capt. Robert Astorian said, trying to explain why a local officer on the late shift here had ripped up all of the elderly Mrs. Murphy’s okra plants and seized them as contraband.
PROBABLE CAUSE FOR DOPE SEARCHES DEEMED 'NATIONAL SECURITY SECRET'
THE EMPLOYMENT OF ULtrasensitive military technology in Vice-President Bush’s Caribbean “drug war” extravaganza has opened some interesting new legal quandaries. Last winter, for example, a squad of eight Coast Guard swabs, being carried about the Gulf on the famous aircraft carrier Nimitz, were abruptly helicoptered onto the Navy guided-missile frigate Mississippi.
COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPUties who made the seizure were almost as proud as if they'd grown the plants themselves. The Cannabis sativa in question stood a full 25 feet tall, reaching clear to the glass panes at the top of the lofty greenhouse.
PARAQUAT, THE WORLD'S BEST HERB killer, manufactured by the Chevron company of the United States, is back in the news again. Five years ago, rumors that Mexican marijuana sprayed with paraquat was seeping into the U.S. weed market (rumors subsequently disproven by the Atlanta Center for Disease Control) were sufficient to cause a yearlong media panic, and prompted Congress to put a ban on all U.S.-assisted paraquat spraying in foreign countries.
Marking his time in the dismal confines of Rikers Island prison in New York City is one of the unknown soldiers of the American cultural revolution. He was one of the key movers and shakers in the spectacular 1970 prison break of Timothy Leary, and I cannot reveal his name nor any but the broadest details of his role.
MDA (Methylenedioxyamphetamine) AKA THE LOVE DRUG, PSYCHEDELIC SPEED
NATURE AND USE
HAZARDS AND LIABILITIES
David E. Smith
MDA has been judged by the federal government to be a drug with high abuse potential and no redeeming therapeutic value. It is a Schedule I controlled substance beside heroin and LSD. There have been reports of death and serious injury from high doses of MDA, but the reported incidents have often been the result of an interaction of multiple drugs, or were caused by other substances sold as MDA on the illicit market.
Bespectacled and middle-aged, David Solomon looks more like a Midwest librarian than the evil genius behind a conspiracy to flood the world with LSD.
Two and a half months after being deported from Great Britain, David Solomon responded to our invitation to discuss his life and hard time in the English prison system. Author of LSD: The Consciousness Expanding Drug, The Marijuana Papers, and The Coca Leaf and Cocaine Papers, Solomon stands as an elder statesman of turned-on America.
When last we saw them, 20-year-old Huey Reel and fortyish Elinor Henderson (Gasp!) had just blinked out federal narc David Zignatowski (Hiss!) with a Quäälude mickey after Zignatowski had shot the dope-plane pilot Osvaldo (BLAM!) in the face.
Four new show-stoppers who grind up the ugly world of experience, then spit it into the face of the avant-garde.
To most people, "Performance Art" is neither art nor performance (in the sense of entertainment). If anything, the term triggers a shudder of revulsion as one recalls dreadful evenings in sterile art galleries or warehouse "spaces" experiencing acute boredom due to no-content, uselessly oblique acts by humans pretending to communicate concepts.
I SAVED DAD FROM A MARIJUANA FREAKOUT: A TRUE-LIFE STORY OF PERSONAL HEROISM
He was my father and he was having a freakout. "A what?" I shouted into the telephone. "You know, a freakout. He took some of that pot your cousin Bernard grows, but this time—" "Who, ma?" "Your cousin Bernard. You didn't know that Bernard was a potgrower?" "Bernie's been dealing dad dope?" "What dealing.
Beware, the bartender who receives too much tips, ass and admiration; someone is out to serve your brains a Louisville slugger.
I guess I was 28 about that time and I wasn't working but I had a little money because I had lucked it at the track —finally. It was around 9 P.M., I had been drinking in my room for a couple of hours. I was fairly drunk and I came out of my room and started walking down the street and I came to this bar across the street from my usual bar and for some reason I went in.
They're the wave of the future— cost effective, secure and efficient.
American marijuana cultivators are the most sophisticated, scientific farmers in the world. In just a few years they have mastered the techniques of breeding, hybridization, sinsemilla cultivation and curing. They have doubled and redoubled the yield and potency of their crops.
Hot on the trail of the Lost Load, "R" finds himself sidetracked by the ever-nubile Susannah—pot party girl and dispenser of enormous amounts of her boyfriend's cocaine.
The story so far: The celebrated HIGH TIMES cannabis Connoisseur; the intrepid "R," has flown down to that city of smuggler intrigue, that modem Casablanca, Miami. He's on a mission. A mysterious and seductive woman up North has tipped him off that something is going on in the palatial Prohibition-era mansion once known as "Chateau Forcade," some intrigue involving the legendary champagne of Colombian cannabis named after HIGH TIMES founder Tom Forcade.
392 DREAMED ABOUT A REEFER FIVE foot long The mighty mezz but not too strong, You'll be high but not for long If you're a viper. Stuff Smith, song: "If You're a Viper" 393 IT IS AGREED AND WELL-DOCUmented that at least 40 percent of felony offenders in the prisons are alcoholics or problem drinkers, a percentage at least four times that in the adult population generally...
Mark Knopfler has emerged as one of rock's most exciting figures. To some he's a new Dylan; to others a new Clapton. To High Times, he's a nice Jewish boy who plays a Japanese guitar.
The first winds of winter lift off the Thames and bite through the damp South London atmosphere, framing a tableau of animated figures walking briskly through the night. The six men who together make up the current Dire Straits lineup are heading toward the local pub for a much needed break in their grueling rehearsal schedule.
1982. The grand overview. Well... Maybe the strangest thing about American movies in the '80s is how closely they've begun to resemble American movies of the early '30s. Of course, they didn't have Technicolor or Panaflex cameras or Dolby sound back then, but the same kind of movies were popular.
"You know, you have jungle fever!" So said Sylvia, Jean-Paul Goude's first black girl friend. In Jungle Fever, an exquisite combination of words and pictures, Goude, acclaimed illustrator and former art director of Esquire, gives us an irreverent and inside look at a man and his art as chronicled essentially through his affairs of the heart with black women.