Smokin' Pot in the Hot City

from the LP The Speed of Cattle, Alias Records, 1996



Oh the luxury of a dry climate---so many of my mountain dwelling neighbors here have no appreciation for exactly how much impact is lessened from the heat when humidity is taken out of the equation; there’s nothing quite like taking a big hit on a joint or blunt, only to find that every working pore on your forehead, cheeks & nose has suddenly gushed forth with salt water, as if your face was a fucking beach towel being wrung out thoroughly before getting tossed in the car (there are few things in the world that smell worse than a mildewy, moldy damp beach towel left to rot in a hot trunk, let me tell you). I have to confess, I most assuredly don’t miss “smokin’ pot in the hot city”, but the contrast is nice to have, makes me appreciate my surroundings (no matter how shallow that might sound); I do miss smoking weed at the beach, big time, but if you read this blog you already knew that, sorry. I love Loaf & the whole Chapel Hill scene, ‘nuff said.