Dozen dopey yarns - tales from the pot prohibition PDF
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A DOZEN DOPEY YARNS BY THE SAME AUTHOR How to make a million dollars quick. How to make half a million dollars not so quick. How to make fifty thousand dollars slow. How to scrape up ten thousand bucks with luck. How to live off the government. How to relate to poverty. Poverty can be fun, can’t it? How to apply for unskilled jobs. Suicide; Do you owe it yourself and others? A DOZEN DOPEY YARNS TALES FROM THE POT PROHIBITION By J.J.McROACH Copyright © 1979 by J.J. McRoach. National Library of Australia Card Number and ISBN: 0 908200 00 5 (Paperbound edition) First published in Australia. Australian Marijuana Party edition: March 1979. This book is copyright. Apart from any fair dealing as permitted under the Copyright Act, no part may be reproduced by any process without permission. Enquiries should be addressed to the publishers. Australian Marijuana Party 175 Brunswick St. Fitzroy, Victoria. Printed in Australia by The Globe Press, Collingwood. Cover Art and book layout design by LAUREL OLSZEWSKI McRoach caricature by MICHAEL LEUNIG. Some of the yarns in this book, or sections of some yarns, or indeed sections of some sections of some yarns have appeared in the following magazines and/or newspapers: Nation Review (and the ‘New’ Nation Review); The Living Daylights; Digger; Loose Licks; RAM magazine; Bottom Line (it certainly turned out that way); Farrago; National U; National Weed (New York); Australasian Weed. “Fun and danger hardly put margarine on the toast or feed the cat. You give up toast and end up eating the cat.” — Charles Bukowski. CONTENTS THE PAGES IN THIS BOOK ARE ACTUALLY GIANT PERFORATED ANISEED FLAVOURED AMERICAN JOINT PAPERS. MAIL ORDER SHIT HITS THE FAN. MANDRAXED WOMBATS AND THE MONSTER IN ROOM 450 An account of Dr. Hunter S. Thompsons Australian lecture tour. MAGIC MUSHROOMS AND MULLUMBIMBY MADNESS. STEPPING OUT FOR A SNAKES HISS WHO KILLED DON MACKAY? WARNING: SMOKING MARIJUANA CAN LEAD TO DANGEROUS DANGEROUS DRUGS! THIS IS NOT A T.V. SHOW. THIS IS QUEENSLAND. THE CASE OF THE UNDERSTANDING COP, THE BENEVOLENT MAGISTRATE AND GEORGE AND BRENDAS STRANGE NOTION ABOUT PLANTS. CONFESSIONS OF A FAILED JUNKIE. EVERYTHING YOU NEVER WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT THE NEW ZEALAND MARIJUANA SCENE AND COULDN’T BE BOTHERED ASKING ANYWAY. STORMING THE SENATE The story behind the Australian Marijuana Party Senate Campaign. THE PAGES IN THIS BOOK ARE ACTUALLY GIANT PERFORATED ANISEED FLAVOURED AMERICAN JOINT PAPERS. Roll something in them and see.* CERAMIC JOHN the perfect pipe for your favonte stash • dissembles for easy cleaning Send check $19.95 or money order only (Wash. To: Residents add CERAMIC 5% Tax) JOHN *There is NO money back guarantee, dummy. l Let’s slip back in time, back a few years, back through a lot of hazy clouds of cough cough marijuana smoke, back into the acid-munchers ghetto of Melbourne’s grimy inner suburban Carlton, late 60s, early 70s, approximately the Year of the Hip. I’m living in this tiny arrangement of cramped corridors and poky rooms with Grooch, and Grooch is in the lounge room entertaining part of his ever-present collection of female dope smoking companions. I leave the room for a few minutes and suddenly hear this godawful, gargling, gurgling strangulated cry. I rush back into the room and Grooch, all six long gangly feet of him, is dancing wildly in the middle of the room like some berserk bowlegged heron on a violent acid trip. He’s jabbering, his body is entering heavy paroxysm, his tongue is flickering furiously, eyes rollin’, and he’s waving a thin little pink piece of paper in the air. “Ooooowahoo,oo,ooo.” He’s trying to say something. “Jeeeeezuz fuggin sheeeeyit.” Words are beginning to form. “Jeeeeeeeezuz man, look at, just take a fuggin . . . sheeet, just look at this oh christ owahhhhhhhhh oo oooo.” This pink paper seems to be causing all the consternation so I grab it and examine it. It’s a cigarette paper, double size, with little perforated holes. “So it’s a fancy joint paper,” I say, “So what?” Grooch however is not really listening even though his face is jutted inches from mine and we’re confronting each other on a fairly danger- ous eyeball to eyeball basis. His clawed contorted hand convulsively jabs a papers-packet into the thin gap between our noses and four extremely cross-eyed eyeballs try to focus on it. The words on the packet say . . . Double Wide Papers . . . Strawberry . . . Perforated. American joint papers! 3
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