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Since I started smoking in the late 60’s it would be really hard to pick just one place that really stood out above all others but one activity that was common for a while that involved getting high always does stand out in my mind.
One of my friend’s family owned a funeral home and he would pick up the bodies and I’d go with so we’d always get high and send them off right.
The two most memorable ones were my first, as they say you always remember your first. Of course that came on the night that I had been on the ULTIMATE DATE FROM HELL but it ended up with us picking up Mabel Ness and then the time a friend who had just bought a new boat went to Michigan for the weekend and while drunk off his ass and sitting on the top of the driver seatback he threw it into a turn and was tossed from the boat and it came around and hit him and killed him deader than disco. We drove up and picked him up and gave him a very smoky/cloudy sendoff.
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