Bong Condom?

Akin to my Native American Heritage, I welcomed our new neighbors with an offering of the ‘peace pipe.’

I had wandered overly (slightly high)…wishing to get even higher with my new found friends. So with grace I packed my favorite bong and took flight. It is, of course, a right of passage for many pot smoker’s to offer up their common ground with one another.

Without a care in the world we passed the bong. They thanked me for my generosity. Thus, in exchange, another pipe was pulled out (much prettier than my bong) and again, we took in a round of tokes.

##side note: Have you ever notice how pot smokers compare their devices? Kind of like keeping up with the Jones’s…hippie style.

After several hours of not being able to end a thought or remember what we were talking about…I went home.

Yet, when back home…I worried about hygiene. ‘Oh fuck I just shared a bong and did it within 6 feet!

Naturally, the morning after…I researched pot etiquette during the pandemic.

And, the following is what I discovered…

Bong Condoms!

I don’t know if I would have the energy to wrap my bong in a condom! Matter of fact, I think I’d be too lazy…after a toke or two…to switch my condoms out.

I did, however, discover a wonderful news article on the Do’s and Dont’s of getting high during the pandemic.

Start do-it-yourself projects, as well as enjoy some stoner entertainment to improve your mood.

DIY cannabis

Here are 5 reasons why it’s the perfect time to start growing cannabis.  Here’s how to germinate seeds and start an indoor garden.

Also, whip up some cannabutter to turn smokeables into edibles.

Stoner entertainment for self-isolation

You’re inside, you’re bored, we get it. Try these on for size:

I wonder if they put a condom on that bad boy?

Home Grown News

Now here is a job up my alley!  Rolling joints!  I use a bong to avoid my misbegotten talent of shoving a great deal of weed into an open tampon wrapper(that is if you use bio degradable tampons.)

But if they could pair this job…Cat Whispering with it!  I would consider it.  That is… only if training were involved.

Joan and Richard Bowell on Syros with some of their 70-odd furry friends who they have rescued from utter cat-astrophe. Photograph: Courtesy of Joan Bowell

Cannabis Job: Shop Is On The Hunt For A Professional Joint Roller For $13/Hour

March 3, 2019 by Weed’s Home

Candidates for the job at the Hemp Earth Dispensary in Brighton will race against each other and whoever rolls the fastest, perfectly rolled joint will get the job. Think you’re an expert at making cannabis joints? Well, this may just be the perfect job for you.

The Hemp Earth Dispensary in Brighton is on the hunt for a professional spliff roller and will be holding “rolling tryouts” for the £10 per hour position.

Get the…Freak…out!

Can't leash the freak!
Can’t leash the freak!

Not sure why this grabbed at me.  Can’t really put my finger on the feeling of sameness and oneness when I read and re-read the article.

What is certain?  I am a self professed Freak.  I like it.  Alone but not lonely.  Been strange all my life.  Most likely, I’ll keep on keeping on with the curious behavior.  I enjoy it.  The Croc’s with shorts and Elmer Fudd jacket, in the middle of a snowstorm.

The constant need for approval by the living dead? The living dead being those ‘strangers’ I meet in the ancient cemeteries?  The aged plots of land that I seek out that happen to dot the New Hampshire scenic highways?  They remind me there are opportunities yet to be discovered.  And, lessons yet to be learned.

Those about me are misfits.  Relics who happen to enhance my pecularities…via their own unique like everyone else…actions.

One such misfit who enjoys a good iditarod, after eating leftover buffet chinese food.  Sitting there on a wooden bench, awaiting a splinter,temperature at 100 below zero with the wind chill not factored in, just to have laid down with dogs!?  Patty ‘don’t over bake’ Cake brought Speedy to my attention and therefore, I feel it is only my duty and honor to pass the story on:

‘the truth shall set you free…but first it will turn you into the freak…you’ve always been.

In May 1928, Speedy went fishing and fell with his line into the Ohio River, where he drowned. The city transferred his body to Hamock’s Funeral Home for a pauper’s burial. Having created a powerful preservative, Hamock decided to experiment with it to preserve Atkins’ body. The mixture transformed the corpse into a wooden-like statue. While Atkins’ black skin was altered to a reddish color, his facial features remained recognizable.[1]

Hamock put the preserved body of Speedy on occasional display at the funeral home; he mostly stored it in a closet.[2] He did not charge a fee for viewers. Washed away by waters of the Ohio River during the Paducah flood of 1937, Speedy’s body was recognized and returned to Hamock at his funeral home.

After Hamock died in 1949, his wife Velma took over custody of Speedy’s body. She kept it for another 45 years before burial. During the 66 years that Speedy’s body was preserved, awareness of the mummified corpse became more widespread.


This whole Speedy thing at first, angered me.  Who, what and why do people think they have the right to monetize on other’s quirks.

However, after the anger left, I did more research.  Hobos, freaks, deaf persons and/or anyone without money and with little or no family, often were used for practice.  Practice in the art of embalming!  How strange.  Not too long ago, before terms such as, hate crimes and politically incorrect statements, we, me, you and other misfits, were rats in a maze of formaldehyde and miscellaneous materials.

Why can’t we all just get along? Odd…makes the world go ’round!

What of Andrew McCrew?

Not sure if Andrew had ever met Speedy…but the courtship via ‘a functional society’ had been the same.

McCrew was a one-legged African-American hobo who died in Marlin, Texas, after falling off a moving train. No one came to claim him, and after being heavily embalmed by a local mortician, his remains were acquired by a traveling carnival. For over 50 years McCrew’s mummified body toured the country as “The Amazing Petrified Man”, dressed in a tuxedo and seated in a wheelchair. The carnival company closed in the late 1960s and McCrew ended up in a Dallas warehouse, where he was discovered by widow Elgie Pace. Pace felt that he deserved a proper burial and, unable to afford this herself, stored him in her basement. In 1973 a local undertaker finally heard the story and offered to bury him for free. His grave was unmarked until Don McLean’s song “The Legend of Andrew McGrew” (1974) was played on a Chicago radio station; it generated enough interest for others to come forward and pay for a marker. It reads, “Born 1867, Died 1913, Buried 1973”. (bio by: Brent Priddy) 

andrew mccrew
There was a mummy at the fair, all crumpled in a folding chair. The people passed, but didn’t care that the mummy was a man, so tell me if you can Who are you? Who are you? Where have you been, where are you going to? Well, Andrew McCrew must have lost his way ‘Cause though he died long ago he was buried today.

‘Amazing what some ‘normal’ people do for money!’

Down on nightmare alley, where the shady people sway a hobo came a-hikin' on a salty summer day Well he hopped a freight in Dallas, and he rode out of sight But on a turn he slipped, and he lost his grip and he fell in-to the night.
Down on nightmare alley, where the shady people sway
a hobo came a-hikin’ on a salty summer day
Well he hopped a freight in Dallas, and he rode out of sight
But on a turn he slipped, and he lost his grip
and he fell in-to the night.

‘Cocaine had been removed from what we now call, Coke, in, 1904!’  During the hayday of experimental embalming amongst ‘rational, normal and quick thinking’ society.

Freaks, trashed and trashy...and, loving every minute of it.
Freaks, trashed and trashy…and, loving every minute of it.

‘Still can’t get pot legalized as a, recreational drug, nationwide, 2015!’  asks, the freak who lives outside of the box!