Just finished reading the conclusion of Dean Latimer's "The Road to Albemarle" (HIGH TIMES, Feb. and Mar. '83), and all I can say is Yee-haaah! Man, that is writing. Between this piece and "R" 's "Raiders of the Lost Gold" installments, you guys are laying claim to a whole new literary genre—resurrecting the old "true" adventure format with a controlled substance twist—dope fiction.
As we were nearing deadline, we received the following communication from our resident Dirty Old Man, Charles Bukowski, in lieu of his monthly contribution. In July, his column will resume its regular form. Hello Razzo: Got the Feb. and March issues, fine, read my stuff several times.
"Well, I got laid for the first time. Busted for the first time. Drafted, teargassed, robbed, shot at, stoned. Got stoned a whole lot in the '60s. Got the clap in the '60s: Vietnamese clap, dripped like all sticky hell, took a month of tetracycline twice a week to get rid of it."
Back in the '60s Timothy Leary (left) was a psychedelic guru, and G. Gordon Liddy (right) the next-door-district-attorneyneighbor who first busted him. HIGH TIMES Editor-in-Chief Larry Sloman (center) knew neither man, but last week, for 25 bucks apiece, they let him have his picture taken with them for our '60s issue.
Lab technicians in the armed services are regular GIs, by and large: hardworking, hard-partying young American men and women who despise the idea of the government snooping through people's piss for pot traces, just as much as any other bunch of hardworking, hard-partying boys and girls.
Fans applauded and rivals gnashed their teeth when a reviewer in the Sunday Times Book Review paid repeated tribute to the talent and perspicacity of "R,"the legendary mysterious pseudonymous Connoisseur of cannabis for HIGH TIMES. The Times tribute came in a recent review of the quarter-century Village Voice anniversary anthology, a selection of the best writing in the history of the New York weekly.
VITAS GERULAITIS, FIFTH-RANKED TENNIS player in the entire world, met the press in Thomas Puccio’s new Park Avenue lawyer’s office, dressed for a forthcoming tournament in Toronto, early last spring: red sweat pants, white sweater, white sneakers trimmed in blue.
POT TRAP SHUT DOWN POT EXTORTION FINANCED TEXAS COUNTY
BECAUSE THE SAN JACINTO COUNTY cops closed down the “marijuana trap” on Route 59 last summer, county revenues have fallen to the point where plans to put elevators in the Coldspring courthouse have had to be shelved. But lots fewer people have to walk the courthouse stairs anymore, so it’s undoubtedly just as well.
ATENSE MARITIME DRAMA WAS PLAYED out, about 270 miles east of here, when the U.S. Coast Guard made efforts to board the 154-foot, Honduran-registered freighter Civonney on March 16. According to Coast Guard reports, the Civonney was initially spotted by a C-130 patrol plane, which then called in the “high endurance ” cutter Daune (from which the accompanying pictures were taken) to make a closer inspection.
THE UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF State is rumbling about “poppy eradication” again, and the natives here are getting restless, with good reason. “I’m personally convinced that the Thais could eradicate all the opium in Thailand in one season if they wanted to,” a high-ranking but unidentified U.S. narc told the New York Times recently, estimating that 50 tons of raw opium would be culled from this spring’s poppy crop in the Thai northern highlands.
One thing dopers in the United States can be happy about is that they don’t have to pay for their pastimes what the newspapers say they’re paying. If they did, nobody could afford to get high. Consider these recent items in the New York press: The “street value” of a 16pound bust was estimated by one paper at “over a hundred thousand dollars.”
AKA: "T's and Blues," "T's and B's," "Tops and Bottoms," "Toms and Bettys," "Tricycles and Bicycles," etc.
NATURE AND USE
HAZARDS AND LIABILITIES
David E. Smith
Injection of these substances can cause abscesses, scars and other skin problems. Talc deposits build up in eye fundi. Lung fibrosis can develop and cause severe pulmonary malfunction—even death. Brain damage may result from use, as can a wide variety of internal infections.
A master rapper/philosopher offers his frank commentary on the struggles, the personalities and the legacy of the '60s.
We caught up with Dick Gregory as he passed through New York on his way back home to Plymouth, Massachusetts, and interviewed him in his room at the Sheraton Center. Immediately after our meeting he flew to Boston, spent one night with his wife and children (he has 10) and got on the next southbound plane.
Look back in gentle irony at the '60s with the decade's imp of the perverse.
The Tale of J. D. Salinger's Silence
The Tale of the Media Game
The Tale of Alan Watts's Laughter
The Tale of Yoko Ono's Clock
The Tale of Lenny Bruce's Balls
The Tale of Bob Dylan's Leg
The Tale of Dick Gregory's Lunch
The Tale of Emmett Grogan's Identity
The Tale of the Yippie Empire
The Tale of Charlie Manson's Family
The Tale of John Lennon's Joint
The Tale of Tim Leary's Shirt
The first thing I want to say is that I've copyrighted the '60s. So, from now on, every time anybody even mentions that decade, I will automatically get royalties. The second thing is that everyone who lived through the '60s (bdringg—sound of cash register) has an extremely personal view of that period.
Stories from a Lifetime of Getting High on the Road
Narcotics, alcohol, hallucinogens, cocaine, marijuana. For years, drugs of all sorts have been associated with musicians. People can tell you, "Well, it's really not necessary." It probably isn't necessary, but I've been a professional musician since I turned 15 and I've found drugs to play a really important part in many musicians' lives.
What was so splendid about the '60s? During the '70s, when nothing happened save Avaritia and Luxuria, I was constantly put down for my own active role. Among other things, I was editor of London's International Times in 1967-68. Remember, at this time London was the capital of the world: This was the height of Swinging London, when optimism reigned supreme.
In days of old When pot was gold And we never heard of disco We opened our minds And shook our behinds Then trucked on out to Frisco (But then, man, like there was all this bad acid, and like everybody started shooting speed; Janis and Jimi died, they closed the Fillmore, my girlfriend got the clap—What a bummer!) So...
High Times presents its cut-rate tour of the films of the decade. Starring James Bond, Lolita, Bonnie and Clyde, Rooster Cogburn, Pussy Galore, Mrs. Robinson, The Man with No Name, Hud, Harper, Cat Ballou and Drs. Zhivago, Strangelove and No.
The '60s... Battle lines were drawn in those days; passions quickened about everything. In movies, too... The ones you liked became part of your intimate identity, figures in a personal creed. Friendships sprouted or died solely on someone's feelings about Bonnie and Clyde or Blowup or 2001; on Godard or Bergman; on John Wayne or Julie Christie.
Living at 1403 Gough Street, San Francisco, in commercial poet-artists' house, Neal Cassady running in and out from his job, conductor Southern Pacific Railroad, radio news President Jack Kennedy assassinated, the air turned raw over the planet, I wrote down gossip of the household city.
There was fun in the House Health Committee during the week when the Marihuana bill came up for consideration. Marihuana is Mexican opium, a plant used by Mexicans and cultivated for sale by Indians. "When some beet field peon takes a few rares of this stuff," explained Dr. Fred Fulsher of Mineral County, "he thinks he has just been elected president of Mexico so he starts out to execute all his political enemies.
438 SQUADS OF WPA WORKERS SPEcially trained to recognize marihuana have been placed on duty in the boroughs of the Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens and Richmond to eradicate the weed from vacant lots... J. Amer. Med. Assn., vol.107:437, 1936 439 COFFEE, THOUGH A USEFUL MEDIcine, if drank constantly, will at length, induce a decay of health and hectic fever.
What! No Strawberry Alarm Clock? High Times picks the 60 best albums of the '60s.
Bob Dylan (Columbia CS8579). Dylan practically started the '60s single-handedly. The '50s had ended with most of the first wave of rock 'n' rollers dead, burnt out or otherwise out of commission, replaced by the hack crooners from Philadelphia (Frankie Avalon, Fabian) and the monolithic production styles of Motown and Phil Spector.