THE GANJA BUTTER TALEA Poem by jeannemarie coulterTHE GANJA BUTTER TALE a funny tale... when i was young, you know back in the day, (no comments about dinosaurs walking the earth) when a lid cost $10 bucks and filled a sandwich bag, i never got stoned... i have a high natural tolerance for most drugs... a common thing for redheaded people statiscally, thus i did not consider the herb as a relief from the appetite and other eating problems tied to HIV/AIDS... an artist friend gifted me with a cottage cheese carton of his private ganja butter, telling me to try some in my food next time my appetite was bad... then he went off to the " mountain air concert" held in angels camp during the bullfrog jumping contest celebration... the next day i was really having a bad time facing food, so i made a cup of potato broccoli cheddar soup and stirred in a teaspoon of the butter... i ate the soup and shortly after started to feel a bit strange so i laid down on the couch... promptly went to sleep and slept for 6 hours... 6 hours, i must add, of the most wonderful erotic dreams i have ever had... when i waked up i felt wonderful and was hungry enough to eat a nice meal... so, technically, the butter worked... when my friend returned from the festival he asked me if the butter had helped and i told him yes, but, as i was only given about 5 years to live when i was diagnosed HIV+, i just did not have the time to waste 6 hours a day in sleep... he looked at me so oddly and, then started laughing with great joy he asked how much i used... i told him about a nice rounded tsp he started to laugh uproariously, again... saying, jc, this is ganja butter made from mendocino/humbolt's finest herb... a dollup about the size of your little fingernail would be plenty... thus, i have now been stoned, very stoned, much to the delight of many of my nephews and nieces, and i learned a fine lesson, as well... what we had in the 60's, and called good, would be... "common ditch weed" compared to the product our happy "pot farmers" produce now... laughing out loud from mendocino county, forever, aren't you... © 2015 jeannemarie coulterAuthor's Note
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