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That's what my roommate said to me as we watched someone pass out in front of us and go into an epileptic like seizure in front of us.
He had just purchased some Skunk weed from my roommate and against my better judgement, took an extra bong hit...this was truly one-hit bud.
Back in the early 80's, most stoners had never even heard of an indica strain.
I certainly hadn't until my roommate introduced it to me in my first year of college in Austin, Tx...I smoked heavily all through high school, dealing in my senior year to support my habit.
The quality of weed in the 80's wasn't that good compared to today's standards, but you could find good sensi and other buds, if you knew the right people...my roommate knew the right person.
My roommate was extremely relieved to find out that I was a stoner as we were matched up randomly in a 26 story high-rise dorm, often referred to by the students as the "doobie"- Dobie dorm becasue it was up so high, you would see clouds of smoke because of all the stoners in the dorm.
He had been telling me about this guy he knew that grew the best Skunk bud in the world, bud so good, you only needed to take one hit...."DUDE, ONE HIT WEED!"he exclaimed.
Well, he finally brought home a quarter ounce of Indica strain that he called "Purple Skunk" weed for $50.00 - HOLY SHIT that's $200 an ounce... I was paying $60-$100 an ounce back in the 80's.
First of all, I had never seen purple shaded bud before nor had I ever smelled anything as near pungent to this day from any other bud I've ever come across.
The first whiff I got from the bag was so intense that I had to pull my head back.
This strain had an overly intense, overwhelming smell of raw pine that I had never smelled before.
The buds were all uniform in size - about the size of a 50 cent piece, spade shaped, not dense, but sort of fluffy.
But what was truly amazing were the enormous sized resinous trichomes that covered the entire bud.
I can't stress how big these trichomes were...3-4 times the size of the biggest trichomes you see today.
This bud was so sticky that if you just touched it with the tip of your finger, it would stick to your finger like a booger, unable to flick it off.
So my roommate brings home this guy who wants to buy some of the Skunk weed.
I try to warn him this is unlike any other weed he's smoked before and to take a small hit, but roommate discourages this by saying, "C'mon, don't be a pussy, take a huge hit. You want to get stoned don't you."
Well, of course, not wanting to be a pussy, he takes a huge hit, and loses a lung after a 10 minute coughing jag as my roommate and I convulse in laughter over the mushroom cloud that had exploded in his lungs...talk about EXPANDO-WEED.
After he's regained a little color, my roommate offers him another hit which he really doesn't want, but my roommate once again discourages this by saying, "C'mon don't be a pussy, you only took one hit. You have to take at least one more. Just one more, that's only TWO HITS!"
Well, who can blame him. I certainly wouldn't want to be a pussy, so he takes another hit, but he's learned his lesson and takes a very small hit, but it doesn't help him as his lungs are toast and he goes into another 10 minute coughing jag as my roommate rolls around on his bed laughing maniacally as he loses his other lung.
After he's hydrated and recovered, my roommate sends him on his way and he goes out the door dazed and confused.
A few minutes later, we hear a knock so I go answer the door and see it's our Skunk victim standling in front of us on unsteady feet swaying back and forth with his eyes rolling around in his head, mumbling something to the effect, "Ughhhh ahhh don feel goooooood, can I coooom...," before his eyes roll straight to the back of his head and he passes out, falling straight back, stiff as a board, landing right on the back of his skull as it bounced a good 6 inches off the floor before going into an epileptic like seizure for several seconds...lucky for him the floors were carpeted.
My roommate who was behind me and had witnessed the whole thing panics saying, "OH MY GOD, MY POT KILLED SOMEONE!" before he pulls me inside and slams the door shut.
As he's freaking out, I tell him, we can't just leave him out there. He's right in front of our door. To which he says, "You're right, we have to drag him away from our door.
As he desperately tries to think of where to drag him, I jokingly say lets put him in the elevator and send him down to the lobby - we were on the 16th floor to which he readily agrees.
I try to calm him down and tell him lets just check on him and see if he's alright.
I look out the peep hole of our door and don't see any activity outside in the hall or from our motionless body.
I tip-toe out and bend down by his head to see if he's breathing...thank god, I can see his chest rising up and down.
I have difficulty rousing him and my roommate, looking out for the victim's well-being, still wants to drag him somewhere like the stairwell and leave him there.
We decide, we can't leave him in front of our door, but I'm weary of moving him from the fall, but my roommate drags him into the room by his feet as his head bounces off the door jamb on the bottom like a speed bump.
After slapping him around for a few minutes and waterboarding him, he finally comes to and we help him sit up on the bed.
He tells us that he got lost and couldn't find the elevators...the elevators are in the middle of the tower with a square hallway with about 8 rooms, impossible to miss.
After making sure he's okay, we all laugh as I tell him my roommate wanted to drag you and leave you in the stairwell.
Couple of days later, he showed up with his girlfriend to say he was okay and he had never had an experience like that before...truly some wondrous bud.
What I wouldn't give to have those seeds again...gigantic round striped seeds.
I grew my first indoor crop with that strain, and grew some unbelievable bud.
Anyone have an idea as to the strain I'm describing?
He had just purchased some Skunk weed from my roommate and against my better judgement, took an extra bong hit...this was truly one-hit bud.
Back in the early 80's, most stoners had never even heard of an indica strain.
I certainly hadn't until my roommate introduced it to me in my first year of college in Austin, Tx...I smoked heavily all through high school, dealing in my senior year to support my habit.
The quality of weed in the 80's wasn't that good compared to today's standards, but you could find good sensi and other buds, if you knew the right people...my roommate knew the right person.
My roommate was extremely relieved to find out that I was a stoner as we were matched up randomly in a 26 story high-rise dorm, often referred to by the students as the "doobie"- Dobie dorm becasue it was up so high, you would see clouds of smoke because of all the stoners in the dorm.
He had been telling me about this guy he knew that grew the best Skunk bud in the world, bud so good, you only needed to take one hit...."DUDE, ONE HIT WEED!"he exclaimed.
Well, he finally brought home a quarter ounce of Indica strain that he called "Purple Skunk" weed for $50.00 - HOLY SHIT that's $200 an ounce... I was paying $60-$100 an ounce back in the 80's.
First of all, I had never seen purple shaded bud before nor had I ever smelled anything as near pungent to this day from any other bud I've ever come across.
The first whiff I got from the bag was so intense that I had to pull my head back.
This strain had an overly intense, overwhelming smell of raw pine that I had never smelled before.
The buds were all uniform in size - about the size of a 50 cent piece, spade shaped, not dense, but sort of fluffy.
But what was truly amazing were the enormous sized resinous trichomes that covered the entire bud.
I can't stress how big these trichomes were...3-4 times the size of the biggest trichomes you see today.
This bud was so sticky that if you just touched it with the tip of your finger, it would stick to your finger like a booger, unable to flick it off.
So my roommate brings home this guy who wants to buy some of the Skunk weed.
I try to warn him this is unlike any other weed he's smoked before and to take a small hit, but roommate discourages this by saying, "C'mon, don't be a pussy, take a huge hit. You want to get stoned don't you."
Well, of course, not wanting to be a pussy, he takes a huge hit, and loses a lung after a 10 minute coughing jag as my roommate and I convulse in laughter over the mushroom cloud that had exploded in his lungs...talk about EXPANDO-WEED.
After he's regained a little color, my roommate offers him another hit which he really doesn't want, but my roommate once again discourages this by saying, "C'mon don't be a pussy, you only took one hit. You have to take at least one more. Just one more, that's only TWO HITS!"
Well, who can blame him. I certainly wouldn't want to be a pussy, so he takes another hit, but he's learned his lesson and takes a very small hit, but it doesn't help him as his lungs are toast and he goes into another 10 minute coughing jag as my roommate rolls around on his bed laughing maniacally as he loses his other lung.
After he's hydrated and recovered, my roommate sends him on his way and he goes out the door dazed and confused.
A few minutes later, we hear a knock so I go answer the door and see it's our Skunk victim standling in front of us on unsteady feet swaying back and forth with his eyes rolling around in his head, mumbling something to the effect, "Ughhhh ahhh don feel goooooood, can I coooom...," before his eyes roll straight to the back of his head and he passes out, falling straight back, stiff as a board, landing right on the back of his skull as it bounced a good 6 inches off the floor before going into an epileptic like seizure for several seconds...lucky for him the floors were carpeted.
My roommate who was behind me and had witnessed the whole thing panics saying, "OH MY GOD, MY POT KILLED SOMEONE!" before he pulls me inside and slams the door shut.
As he's freaking out, I tell him, we can't just leave him out there. He's right in front of our door. To which he says, "You're right, we have to drag him away from our door.
As he desperately tries to think of where to drag him, I jokingly say lets put him in the elevator and send him down to the lobby - we were on the 16th floor to which he readily agrees.
I try to calm him down and tell him lets just check on him and see if he's alright.
I look out the peep hole of our door and don't see any activity outside in the hall or from our motionless body.
I tip-toe out and bend down by his head to see if he's breathing...thank god, I can see his chest rising up and down.
I have difficulty rousing him and my roommate, looking out for the victim's well-being, still wants to drag him somewhere like the stairwell and leave him there.
We decide, we can't leave him in front of our door, but I'm weary of moving him from the fall, but my roommate drags him into the room by his feet as his head bounces off the door jamb on the bottom like a speed bump.
After slapping him around for a few minutes and waterboarding him, he finally comes to and we help him sit up on the bed.
He tells us that he got lost and couldn't find the elevators...the elevators are in the middle of the tower with a square hallway with about 8 rooms, impossible to miss.
After making sure he's okay, we all laugh as I tell him my roommate wanted to drag you and leave you in the stairwell.
Couple of days later, he showed up with his girlfriend to say he was okay and he had never had an experience like that before...truly some wondrous bud.
What I wouldn't give to have those seeds again...gigantic round striped seeds.
I grew my first indoor crop with that strain, and grew some unbelievable bud.
Anyone have an idea as to the strain I'm describing?
