Tonight’s story off the cuff is about that gassy or petroleum type smell of weed we’re all familiar with. Most weed has some element or degree of gassiness it seems. But some are like smoking kerosene or something. In a good way, although not an every day desire for me. That said, I was just describing this Animal Sherbet Mints from Yoda to someone and my first descriptive phrase was “gas for days.” It’s one of those. Fabulous weed.
Anyway, it reminded me of a different sort of gas weed. Let’s go back to 1989 - 1991. I was living in Pittsburgh, moved there for a girl, and soon enough lost the girl and turned into a party animal. My roommate at the time dealt weed. In Pittsburgh in the 90s, at least then, and at least given my connections, there were occasional droughts when NOBODY had weed for a time. This particular weed came from one of those drought times.
We would greatly look forward to when dude was getting a package. And since he was the roomie we usually always had weed around. He’d get decent high level mids, which was fine for me at the ripe age of 25. Shit I’d never smoke now, lol. Anyway, now it’s been three weeks with no weed and we are pulling our hair out by the roots. And finally he gets a package. Yay!
I get my bag. At first I thought it was purple. I was wrong. This shit was straight up black. Black buds. That was the bag impression. Then I opened it and took a big whiff.
Mistake.
Think molten black tires hitting your nose. Like a disease. Like you just slept for a week in a dirty Goodyear factory in bum fuck Ohio. (I was born there, I’m allowed to rag on its current state of being). Think of gas in the super duper extreme.
I go to the roomie. I assume you’d do the same. Lol.
What the fuck dude.
He says:
Oh, didn’t I tell you? That weed came in a boat across the ocean and it was stored in tires. Then they got salt water wet. I guess it picked up a little of the rubber smell.
A little? It’s like it IS rubber.
Unreal. Only to be topped by the reality of being dankrupt. We smoked it anyway.