I found a lone skunk plant in the foothills of the sierra's back in '83. I poached it and brought it home. I hung it to dry, but before I could smoke any, I had to take a drive up to Oregon to visit a sick relative. As I was crossing the border, into Oregon, I remembered that plant hanging in the basement shower stall, and caught one of the best buzzes I've ever had. Too bad, I smoked it when I got home. If I still had it, I wouldn't have to smoke it. Just knowing it was there, was a good high.
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