This happened in summer of 1969. (P.S. I may have posted this here before, if so sorry). I was with 4 other friends at the usual Sunday Love-In at Griffith Park, a large urban partk in L.A. Bands would play for free, whoever was in town that weekend. There was usually a half hour break bewteen bands, to let the band that just finished to pack up and leave and the next band to set-up. We decieded to take a walk durimg the break. We were bummed because we had no weed. It was dry dry dry (typical late summer). We had all tried everywhere we knew, with no luck. Bruce had even driven all the way out to Ventura looking for a guy who was rumored to have some, with no luck. So we're walking along on a trail and we see a log and deciede to sit for a spell before heading back to listen to the next band. Tere's no one else around except us. Just before we get to the log Daryll veers off to some bushes to pee. We get to the log and OMG what did we see but 3 fat joints (we used to call them bombers) sitting on the log, next to 3 wooden matches. "No way, those are cigarettes or something" Fred says. I untwisted one end and tipped a little out. It was weed. Before lighting up, we decied to freak Daryll out. I was wearing a flat-topped leather hippie hat, and I placed the 3 joints on top. Daryll comes back and sits down while I remain standing. Dennis goes "SHIT I wish we had some pot." We all agree. Then Skip says "Hey ranger, why don't you pray for some weed?" So I say "Oh great God Of Ganja, please bless us with some of your green bounty" I hold out my hands, palms up, and bow my head as if in prayer, and the 3 joints fall into my hand. Daryll's eyes bugged out and he actually fell off the log. We blazed those puppies up and got wonderfully high. We walked back to the Love-In and just as we got near the stage The Youngbloods opened their set with Get Together. You know the one--"C'mon people now, smile on your brother everybody get together try to love one another right now"-the Hippie national anthem. It was so perfect. P.S. We never told Daryll that we had found those 3 joints on the log. As far as I know, he still thinks they fell straight from heaven. P.P.S. To pay back the Kharma bank, I have since then left joints laying around, at a park (twice) and a campground (once), always 3 fatties and 3 wooden matches.
Ha, that's amazing. I was thinking recently that there should be more weed holidays (other than 420). One could be on 10/27 (the date WoodstockChild got stoned). Even if she ended up making a complete mess of herself, someone posted in her thread that that date should be a celebration of the smoking of virgin lungs. Another could be "Leave-the-Weed Day" or "Drop-a-Joint Day". I couldn't think of anything catchier.
