Not every endeavor is a successful one and today I would like to share with you one of my birds that never took flight, perhaps because it was ahead of its time, illegal, dangerous or downright offensive.
My Eureka event or as I like to call it "Peanut Butter & Jelly", was born out of my friends and I sitting around in college doing bong hits. The smoke from which I have never really enjoyed do to the harshness, but if my memory serves me and it tends not to for about a five year period there I did enjoy the after effect.
That day I realized that I would take two things dear to me and create a pathway to heaven.
Bong + Nitrous = Cool super smooth bong hit that makes you into a visionary. Or so I thought.
Well, I went down to my laboratory and fashioned something the kids call a Cracker (for opening small nitrouscanisters or whippets) to the side of a plexi-glass bong with a little rubber cement, and we were in business.
Here came the challenge, with even my most burnt out of cohorts shuddering at the thought of mixing these two drugs together. As if GOD himself might smite them for figuring out the hidden secret to the universe.
Then Holly came to mind.
Holly had been a friend of mine and even a roommate for sometime. A tiny little goof ball of a druggy chick that would pretty much do whatever I asked, except sleep with me. Which by most accounts would be more dangerous than trying out one of my inventions? So with a little reassuring of its safety, she was in.
We set the mood with some Rev. Horton Heat, gathered around our favorite front porch coffee table and proceeded to find God. We even made plans to travel the world teaching others about our new religion.
Then we packed the bowl, lit the lighter, and cracked the nitrous.
Holly grinned from ear to ear as though she had seen the face of our creator, and inner peace washed over her, as she hit her face on the coffee table drooling.
Can somebody help me find a shovel?
love,
-ideajones
