gettin'zigzag wit'it
Sunwaiter! You, or me, I would rather you get popped (arrested) for it, have a hit of something hazing up this forum, Parisite you are with this talk of spleen. I have to admit that's a psychological reference I haven't experienced, unless you are reluctant to use the word gaul. If that's what it takes you get into it with drummergrrrl I'm missing out.
I can comment sur le vert, seeing so much all my life. In Edmonton, in the praries back in the early seventies, it was common social practice for tokers to have seats along the wall or back. Not in Ontario. Everyone was standing around outside or getting kicked out when it started seeping out of the washrooms. It was always leaves, stems and seeds until the early eighties, when it became all about the buds. Years ago, indoor tobacco "public" smoking was banned. The outdoor crowd expanded, and you couldn't tell by passing by what the clouds were. Then all public tobacco was banned. Bars and bingo halls went out of business.
Here in Welland there is wicked, wheelchair, primo and hydroponic weed. All just names for manufactured weed, so easy to soak buds in chemicals and pass off narcotics as simple marijuana. That's why indoor grows, so expensive and cop friendly, are such a big business. Most people frown on "outdoor" crops. I was invited to listen and help a young band, but they spent $20 on weed to get ready. I sat there waiting to get going. Four teenagers hauling away, and half an hour later the first started to stir. If there wasn't a nice guitar for me to twiddle my fingers on, and staying over down the hall, I would have left.
I've been bike-hiking around the Niagara Peninsula like it's my back yard, outside all day or a day and a half, trying to go somewhere different every time, off road, through streams and forests, and have never found anything growing. The few times I thought I had a strong enough whiff to follow turned out to be apartment building washer vents. I found a dead body, prevented a rape and suicide, and found things where the police were very interested, this being a border with The U.S. Tu as vu, mon ami! International travellers are always surprised how tired and humourless most people are around here, if not illegally, then getting to much co-operation from their prescription doctor.
I call southern Ontario Northern New York. There is a new disease. Patients transferred back here from the States have mutations that are resistant to previous medications from so much over-prescribing there. And for rockers managing to subsist from the sixties, there are three types of gonnorhea, now two resisitant to cures.
And so, Sunwaiter, I thought you were giving me a stereo reply, until I noticed you added the completion of your line the second time. I talk about inventing a new guitar. One of my best Quebecois friends said "redefinition" and coming from him, il ecoute le verte. When you were forced to take French as a second language in school here in Ontario, when Trudeau made bilingualism a Canadian policy, they taught Parisian, very different from the "French" spoken in Quebec. Even Canada's capital, Ottawa in Ontario, is not officially designated bilingual. What a waste. All the instructions in packaging, signs and government printings in two languages. What anger against Quebec, people from there getting the top government posts in other provinces because they were bilingual, even if their English wouldn't pass a test. Ukranians in Saskatchewan, The Skeena In British Columbia, subservient to French masters. Don't believe all the nice stuff about Canada. It just looks good because the Americans never had to publicly conquer us. They just let Quebec politicians sell out the rest. Si tu vu, mon ami, si vu comprende, cette mon ecole mots mal quand je ne sais les masculin ou feminine ou les plurants. J'ai aussi Latin. Speaking about that, ever hear of Hadrian's Wall?
