boy, Krav sure played the role of threadkiller to perfection with that one. :) so perhaps i'll attempt a levitation trick.

junior year of high school at my august alma mater San Rafael High (where, in '71, the phrase 420 originated, as you know. that was well before my time, but i proudly carried on the tradition)

anyway, there was a stretch of road on the way to Peacock Gap that was a moderate right curve uphill. well, maybe not so moderate when you took it with a buzz on at 70+ mph, which killed 4 of my classmates in two incidents that year. Dead Man's Curve, it became known as. the city installed 8, count 'em, 8 of those big yellow reflective signs with the right arrow-type icon on them, but they didn't prevent the second fatal accident.

must. erase. stigma... must. promote...alternative lifestyle...

so i snuck out one rainy night around 2am, got high as a Libertarian, applied a towel and some black spray paint, and voila! now when all who lived out that populous way took the dreaded turn, they were treated to the following sight: B O N G  H I T S

and, shit, somehow my classmates knew it was me, damn...but i was breifly popular there for a red hot minute. then the next year my senior class voted me "Most Obnoxious", and that became the diploma that i carry to this day. thank you so much.

that's quite enough for now. someone else, please, i dare ya.