Nebuchadnezzar
Greenlighter
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- Oct 19, 2016
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Brownshirt hope You're not still dribbling in your yard. How about the rest of the story. NEB
Funny you should say that.
That is precisely how my opiate dependence started.
I was a short haul trucker in the southeast US. My daily route toom me right past a certain truckstop.
Ok I'll tell exactly where it WAS as it's long gone today. .
One beautiful May, the fifth of May to be exact, I stopped at exit 128 from I65 north in Calera Alabama.
I purchased a hot dog and fries and pulled my truck next to a five acre lot full of beautiful red and white flowers.
As I enjoyed my junkyard dawg from sneaky Pete's I found myself admiring the beautiful blooms as the early spring sun shine through the translucent petals. As I gazed admiringly I noticed many of the petals had dropped off leaving a large, green pod with an odd crown on top donned with a brown ring round it.
The lot/field was completely dominated with these flowers and over half had dropped their petals.
Then it got me like a freight train.
My fellow bluelighters, I had found a field of papaver somniferum!
At this point of my day my route was finished so I was in no hurry.
Needless to say, I dug in my toolbox and found a sharp razor and some tape. I fashioned the tape into and around the blade so that it would score, but not so deep as to cut through.
I then commenced to walk around making three neat scores in as many pods as I possibly could.
Now I'm guessing here but I reckon I scored 100-150 pods smiling with glee and exitement as I noticed the milky alkaline Laden goop slowly run forth from my newly found treasure..
Whsts better was nobody was none the wiser as to what I was doing.
I went back inside and bought a magazine. Tattoo monthly if memory serves me correctly.
I read my magazine and looked at the photos for the next 1 1/2 hour.
Then with a piece of cardboard in one hand and an old credit card in the other I commenced to dutifully scrape the now pale brown nectar and carefully wiping it on my cardboard.
I had to eventually get another price of cardboard as the first one simply couldn't hold any more.
By the time I was ready to head home with my bounty I had two squares of cardboard and an empty toilet paper roll chocked full of my alkaloid laced goo. .
I was off work the next day after a restless night laying awake afraid some other above average intellect (in Alabama a normal IQ per capita is around 80 so I didnt worry too much
I left at first light, after I placed my bounty on top of my garage to dry.
To calera I went armed with three army issue duffy/napsacks and a pair of hand clippers.
Sure enough they were all still there as if they were expecting me.
I filled all three with ripe, brown ringed pods. Just right. The seed holes had not quite opened... perfect!
Leaving the younger flowers behind to grow a bit longer.
Needless to say I was indeed a happy chappy.
By the time I got home the hot Alabama sun had done it's work and I fashioned my goo balls into three golf ball sized spheres and another the size of a quarter.
Now youth and zeal is no match for wisdom. I ascertained quickly that one cannot simply toss a wad of opium upon a pot smoking pipe and start enjoying it, lest one watch his prize bubble right down the hole into oblivion with no reward. So determined not to waste another single "booger" with such a faux paux I made abee line to my office/man cave and fired up the MAC.
After a surprisingly quick couple searches I had instructions as well as a diagram for making a proper smoking apparatus as well as a recipe for laudnum. Lucky me... as providence would have it, I just happened to not only have plenty of dried bamboo, but also about a half gallon of bootleg moonshine stashed in my cabinet.. first run people... 190-200 proof!
I rinsed an empty glass pint bottle and placed my quarter size goo ball inside then topped her off with my insanely strong corn squeezins. . Popped in a cork and gave er a good shake.
My crystal clear shine was now a dark brown elixir.
Grabbed a shot glass and poured a snoot full and down the hatch..
Then one more..
I then set out to chose my bamboo.
But.... lol made it half way across tge yard and had to sit down.. for two hours with my head hanging down slobbering on myself..
I'm enjoying re telling this story but I have to go for now...
There's more to this story and I look forward to finishing tonight when I get home.
Thanks for reading!
