Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Uncle G’s Corner (#05)

21 November 2017
Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews
Words and Photography by Gary “Uncle G” Brown
Twitter @GBrown0816

Seeing how this is an archival website, I’d like to introduce to my newer 420 readers, a series of essays I did for a non-profit pro-cannabis website out of New York City, some years ago. One that I’ve been involved with since the year 2011. The webmistress is the wonderful Arlene Williams aka Ganja Granny. I love her to death! The website: Green Ribbon World.

Please note … regarding this republishing. We’re going back in time. Six years ago. I was married for the second time. This past February (2017) that union was dissolved one day shy of us being a couple 22 years. No resentment or hard feelings. I’d rather look forward more than backward.

Editing: Versions 2.0 … my aim is to clean up any remaining typos and grammar errors. The originally published essays could be found on the Green Ribbon World website. When finally done (this could take some time) archiving all the past essays published, I’ll start writing new ones. In a way, I already have done so: Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews.

Green Ribbon World (website)

Uncle G’s Corner
Number: 5
May 2011

Topic: In Remembrance (originally: Smokin’ Buddies Through The Years)

So what does a long time primarily stoner dude like myself do when given the opportunity to write a somewhat regular column on a popular cannabis website, like Green Ribbon World? One thing I would like to do is author a super lengthy column about what crap it is, that marijuana is always being labeled like it’s fact; a gateway drug. Shit gets under my skin. Oh, wait…snap…I already did that; Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Uncle G’s Corner (#04): Parts 01 and 02.

Another thing would be to write a piece on actual people I’ve been around over the decades; past and present. Might even be a recurring theme. Some real characters, good and bad. I’d like to focus on those I consumed cannabis with, over the many decades. Or had a beer with or both! For the record, I am okay with the safe, moderate consumption of alcohol. Problems arise when one overdoes it. My Mom died at age 49 a real alcoholic. It’s a nasty slow death. As a child, I saw it with my own eyes.

Personally, I deem marijuana rather harmless for most adults. Add other substances to that like alcohol, and the effects are so different. Can be potentially dangerous. A whole other ballgame. As the days, months, and years fly by, for most this becomes a lifestyle that is difficult to maintain. When I was heavy into it, we drank, swallowed, snorted, and smoked practically anything that would alter reality for us. Labeled it as having well-deserved FUN.

The person I’d like to reminisce about is named; Stephen Tyner. Is deceased now. Has been for a while. Died back in the 1980’s. A violent crime statistic.

I have a hard time remembering now when I first heard Steve had passed away. He’s been buried for a while by the time before I learned of his early demise. Death would have had to happen, while he was in his early twenties. Obviously, I’m not a hundred percent sure. Recent internet searches bring up nothing. I lost touch with immediate family members. What I know comes via old friends Steve and I associated with.

I met Steve while in my teen years, on the Jersey Shore. Time was the late 1970’s. Yours truly was serving out yet another sentence given to me by a guy in a black robe who figured he knew what was best for me. What a long line of those I had. Judges were always big sending me places when I was a youngin’….. like a military school; Admiral Farragut Academy. An orphan with a trust fund. Cost me around five thousand dollars and I was there for less than 24 hours. When sent for a haircut, I walked out the front gate. Besides that total nightmare, multiple foster homes, juvenile detention centers, or worse yet, trying to scare me straight. ‘Scared Straight‘, a wonderful motivational program aimed at teens who have been in trouble with the law. Wish I could say that worked. Apparently, I still had a little badness in me after my court-ordered trip to Rahway State Prison. The famous documentary (1978), narrated by Peter Falk, was filmed a week before my scheduled appearance. Lucky me! Really … how fucking embarrassing! PLUS the reunion specials (OMG!).

Back to our story, this time around, the great State of New Jersey was paying me to get my G.E.D., at a place called M.A.C.O.M. in Eatontown. I had dropped out of school when I turned age 16, found a job, and went to work full time; 40 hours. For minimum wage.  A dishwasher in a breakfast/lunch place; Gab N’ Eat. Because I was a foster child, I needed permission from a Judge to do this. My social worker at the time helped make everything so. I asked him one morning if he wanted to get high with me, and he said, no. Decent guy! I might have been mature for my age, but still under age eighteen.

My G.E.D classes were held in the mornings. In a pre-test, I passed everything the first time except for math. My focus was on that. Was there with other juvenile delinquents, which included Steve. Birds of a feather, we hit it off pretty quickly.

I remember Penny, one of my GED teachers. In her early 30’s, and divorced. Hot to trot! Anytime I walked with her, it was hard not to notice guys who passed us going the other direction, turning around to check Penny out. Hopefully, they were her and not me. My skinny bubble butt attracted both sexes, while I’m sure her nicely shaped derriere did as well. The 1970’s were, after all, a wild decade. Penny attended my wedding. It was the last I ever saw of her. Always kind to me. One regret I have is that I never smoked pot with the lady. I got those vibes she did. More than once. But I never attempted to find out. Didn’t want to cross that bridge I guess. Looking back, I wish I have pursued it. Had a beautiful mind as well. Because of our ages, that would have been against the law. Am sure she would have declined.

I got along really well with Steve’s sister. Good looking girl. Real curly hair. We hung out many times. She was also at my first wedding. With other young ladies, I knew. Some I saw naked, and others I wished I had. Made for a nice group of young women. All dressed to the nines. Which made for a few awkward moments. Nothing like later on that night.  The maid of honor would hook up with one of the limo drivers. I had friends who never being around a champagne fountain before, overindulged and ended up throwing up chunks outside in the bushes. Oh, what a night!

I did get high with practically everyone else back then, including Steve. Remember, he’s our main topic. And by getting high (smoking reefer for recreational use) with Steve, that’s how I got to know his sister better. Besides sharing joints, we all drank together as well. I’d get shitface blitzed! Wine, beer, or whiskey. Whatever contained alcohol. Did drugs also. Whatever was available. Was pretty open-minded to just about anything. We did LSD together more than once. Steve’s sister wasn’t a partying fool. She attended a Catholic High School, getting pretty good grades (if I remember right). Plus this ambitious young lady also worked part-time at the hospital.  Looked great wearing white. And yeah, I had a serious crush on her.

Fire! Fire! There I was sleeping on the couch. Steve and I shared a small house together. I was like age seventeen. Steve literally fell on me. And good thing he did. Woke me up from a dead sleep. The house filled with thick gray smoke.

The story goes, Steve was hungry. Staggered into the house after a night of drinking, and turned the oven on to 400 degrees. Opened the door, and placed inside, a leftover takeout pizza. Still in the box. Imagine what happened next. Now awoken from Steve passing out on me, and then falling on the floor, I dragged his passed out drunk ass out of the house, and onto the front lawn. Next, I got the pizza box out of the oven. The pizza was burnt, black and charred. Opened all the windows. No longer any danger, I went outside while the house aired out, and passed out on the lawn next to Steve. Hours later we both woke up. I missed work that day. Almost died in a fire. Good excuse for the boss. Steve’s version had him saving OUR lives. We still remained friends. But I did move out. This was the second and last time I shared a place with him. Can you blame me?

Time marched on. Steve was best man at my first wedding. On the anniversary U.S. citizens best remember as; Pearl Harbor Day (07 Dec).

The night before the big event, Steve took me out drinking. I woke up on the floor of Steve’s fathers living room, the next morning. I regained consciousness. His Dad wished me luck in my forthcoming marriage. And on his way out the door, instructed Steve to have me drink, a huge can of tomato juice. That would sober me up, he said. Not that I drank the whole can, but I did consume at least half. I did make it to the church on time, so it must have helped. We hitched a ride from Steve’s Father’s house. Made it home with enough time to call my bride, who was getting ready to cancel the wedding not knowing where I was, and then prepare myself for that night’s festivities.

What Tyner and I did best was smoke pot. We come up with crazy ideas. Just having a good time. Doing bongs, and listening to records; Lynyrd Skynyrd – One More From The Road (1976). But unfortunately, not all times with Steve were good ones. He had a positive, good-natured side, and a really terrible bad side. Getting super wasted would most times trigger the negative personality. Trouble would ensue. I tend to be a happy person when baked or tanked unless fucked with. The same with most folks.

With Tyner, once he was fully cooked, getting into some kind of fight, was just about guaranteed. Weird shit was always bound to happen. Like this, for example. My buddy Tyner was thrown out of Madison Square Garden. We were there to see the Grateful Dead. Steve was tossed out before the show even started. We got inside, and then from being careless, and also being pretty wasted, Steve lost his ticket stub. Which he didn’t care about because he didn’t like the location of his seat anyway. That was too bad. While in the process of obtaining another seat, he had a run-in with security guards, which got him an early exit. I stayed, and watched from afar. His own fault! Watched the cops drag him away. Good concert! Saw Steve the next day. He remembered hardly anything. Like myself, amazing getting home safely.

Looking back, I wish all Steve and I did as far as getting a buzz goes, was toke weed. Maybe he’d be still alive today? Truth be known, besides pot, we did other things to escape reality with. For one, we discovered the joys and hardships of excessive drinking. Subjecting our bodies to whatever harm it caused. Did just about every drug we could find. Didn’t matter what it was. Both Tyner and I stayed away from needles during our time hanging out together. That would come later to the both of us. Not a part of my life that I am proud about. In 1986 I shot cocaine for a brief time. Mostly in my right arm. Steve got into heroin, so I was told. Stories that more than one person told me. Again, I never did needles with Tyner. A good thing. We could get hardcore together. The little devils inside us both loved to play.

I tried slowing down the drugs and drinking I was doing. The pot was never the problem. Now a newly married man. The best thing about tying the knot so young was that it triggered my maturing process. And what a slow ride to the top that one was.

For a while, I worked a full-time factory job Monday through Friday. On the weekends, I would sometimes work the flea markets. Selling real handmade leather belts and accessories. Owned a house. Duplex. Rented one side out. I was a landlord. Became a foster parent at age 19. A six-year-old girl fell into our laps. Here I was accepting responsibilities. Afraid of what would happen if I partied. With no real defenses, I was bound for failure. My bottom was a deep one.

I recognized my problem with alcohol when I was sixteen. By age seventeen, the law was up my ass. My stomach problems had begun. I’d drink whiskey for breakfast instead of a well-balanced meal. Horrible heartburn/acid reflux. No direction I was going, was a good one. Was a secret back then I kept super close to my chest … I was hooked on cough syrup (codeine) when I was 17. Lord only knows how I managed to steer clear of that. I’d sit in a room full of people, and not say a fucking word. I had an endless script from a doctor who would soon lose his license. Add to this magic little pills called; Valiums. A few folks knew I’d pop whatever I could find. Take ’em by the handfuls. The effects gave the outward appearance of having too much to drink. I’d bounce off the fucking walls walking to the bathroom. Wake up with bruises not having a clue as to how I got them. No adult supervision. Besides saying that, I take all responsibility for my actions. Could have died countless of times. For whatever reason, the grim reaper keeps looking the other way.

Getting married (age 18) forced me to behave. But from time to time, I did rebel against the responsibility. Steve’s sister and their Mom knew something was up when I broke the news. Felt I was getting married for all the wrong reasons. My actions said it all. Was a serious attempt to save myself. Plus at that time legally I was in a shitload of trouble. My childhood antics finally catching up with me. I found an open road and took it. Now when I rebelled after the fact, anything was possible. Like the one time, I was supposed to fly to West Palm Beach (Florida) to pick up a doctors car and drive it back to New Jersey.  After some drinking at the airport bar waiting for my flight, I instead decided I wanted to visit San Francisco. Hell of a detour. Another story for another day.

My life became the motto; work hard_party harder! Smoked pot and drank beer, mostly. Tried to keep a distance from drugs and whiskey. It took a while, but I did at least calm down some. Steve proceeded in his own direction as well. Time went by. We totally lost touch. Moved from New Jersey to Florida for a spell. When back I tried finding Steve every so often. I never forgot the guy. I spent time running away from my own demons, not his. And then someone told me one day he was dead. A brother from another mother. Wish it would have ended up better for him.

Onward Through The Fog…

…appendage 21 November 2017 – A major rewrite. Hopefully, my editing skills are better than they were six years ago. I added and took away from the original. Various reasons. Am glad to re-publish and improve upon this one. — Gary “Uncle G” Brown


Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Uncle G’s Corner (#04) – Gateway Drug? Part 2

Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews
Words and Pipe Photography by Gary “Uncle G” Brown
Twitter @GBrown0816

Uncle G’s Corner
Number: 4
April 2011

The 420 Special
Topic: Gateway Drug?
Part Two


Why is it no one says that drinking beer, will only lead later to drinking whiskey? Said as a warning. That a person drinking only beer, will one day certainly crave a stronger alcoholic beverage. Yet, it’s said with pot. Smoke weed one day. Shoot up heroin the next. Designed to be instituted as an automatic thought process. Not that it’s bad to scare the kids. I feel cannabis users should be at least 18 years of age. Am comfortable with them waiting till age twenty-one. Even if it doesn’t seem practical. Another one of those old enough to go to War and fight for our Country, but not old enough to drink a beer (which is fine in moderation for certain individuals) situations. Regardless of my experiences. This having everything to do with full body development, including that of the brain, of our younger generations. The mass message that using cannabis will lead to what I think of as real drugs, known to cause harm mentally and physically ….heroin, or crack just to use as examples, it can’t be any more wrong.

Drinking only beer one night, as compared to only smoking cannabis, is in my opinion, the worse choice between the two. Here’s a fact. Consuming too much alcohol could lead to alcohol poisoning. Simply put, a person could die indulging in this activity. Up to that end of game move, they also could have more than likely, inflicted damage to other living creatures. Animal, or human. It’s a shame that the drunks don’t only hurt themselves. Just saying.

Smoke a lot of cannabis, and odds are you would be too stoned, to even get up out of the chair you were sitting in. At least for a while. And when finally getting up to walk to the bathroom, don’t make a wrong turn and accidentally find the kitchen. Beware the munchies! You’ll never leave that room. On top of this, it’s virtually impossible to smoke oneself to death. I like that. Score one for pot.

It’s true. I consumed a ton of weed in all the time I’ve been smoking it. Two other guys and myself once tried smoking a quarter pound of grass. At one sitting. Method of consumption; bong. Regular pot. Columbian. Girls we knew got wind and crashed. Just as well. Lesson learned by me that evening was that a person can only get so high, smoking weed. Once you hit that plateau, it’s a waste of weed smoking it anymore. Nowadays with weed having higher THC counts, only a small amount of it needs to be consumed, to get that medicated feeling.

Reefer will help to stimulate your senses. It’s like your brain going zero to sixty within a few seconds. Once the THC is in your bloodstream, away you go. Accounts on the person. If in good health, and having no issues, cannabis should increase the odds of having a good day. While under the influence, let’s say you watch a movie. The popcorn tastes better. The movie is more interesting to follow. Alcohol is a depressant. Too much, and your body starts shutting down. Oops. Let the cat out of the bag. It’s true. Certainly sounds like fun (said sarcastically of course). Am sure I came close to that several times.

At age seven, my Mom passed away. Alcoholism. Not a quick death. Whiskey drinker. In the hospital mainly the last few years of her life. Yellow jaundice. Hepatitis. Wet brain. Whatever other problems. I always remembered her. She didn’t at all times remember me. Speaking of memories, most are not pleasant. One would think going through the experience, that I would stay away from the bottle. Didn’t happen that way. I was drawn to it.

My own alcoholic like journey, started right after Mom was buried. My Dad, who was a heavy drinker himself, rushed me into the Catholic religion. I was baptized. No more public school. In the third grade, it was now a Catholic education. Saint Mary’s of South Amboy, New Jersey. Here came communion. I became an altar boy. One benefit of this was that I was able to be alone, behind the altar. Preparing for the mass. A little wine for the priest. A little wine for myself. I still remember the warm feeling in my tummy, it would give me.

Between ages seven and eleven, my Dad raised me. Mostly in bars. Coke and potato chips were my favorite. I dunk the chips with the bubbles in it, in the glass of coke. The chip bubbles would then fill up with cola. Right in my mouth, it went. Delicious! Wise Potato Chips. Yummy! Bet it’s still a favorite of pot heads up North. While also at the bars, I got into music. Played CCR on the jukebox. My memories are filled with 1960’s top ten pop songs.

In the early 1970’s, my Dad had a stroke. Paralyzed one side of his body. He was a tough one. Still got around. When I was eleven, one day he had another stroke. Paralyzed from the neck down, this time. A massive heart attack that night did him in.

Now in Manasquan, New Jersey, and after my Dad’s death, I moved in with an Uncle & Aunt. By age twelve, I drank enough alcohol one day to get totally drunk. I remember coming too in a shower, my friends Mother was giving me. Good thing she was a nurse. I was sick for almost three days.

Had weed by now also. My Uncle & Aunt had two boys, older than me by a few years. The oldest one smoked pot. I would steal some of his.

Hanging out with older kids now. Drinking more. Kicked out of my Uncle and Aunt’s place, and then my first foster home. Second foster home threw me out as well. By the time I’m fourteen, I’m into the fourth home since my Father’s passing. Living in Long Branch, New Jersey. Regularly smoking weed. Drugs entered the picture.

This newest foster home seriously didn’t care. Only about the monthly checks. No adult supervision. Jail. Detention centers. Way more than one. Had my first probation officer when I was age twelve. Lasted till I turned legal, which back then was eighteen. Time on probation kept getting bumped up, with every new thing I did. I survived the experience. As I stated before, peaks and valleys. Am sure it reads like a horror story. It wasn’t all that bad.

Sometimes I got lucky. Was forced by court order, to visit Rahway Prison in New Jersey, so I could participate in the Scared Straight program, a week AFTER they filmed the movie. Like Maxwell Smart would say; missed it by that much. So close. The documentary was hugely popular, and frankly, I would have hated to have to been in it.

As luck would have it, I was yet again arrested after completing the Scared Straight proceedings. Imagine that. Not scared straight. Frightened sideways perhaps? Fleeing from a runaway stolen car. That’s what they call a car after everyone inside it, bails out while the car was still proceeding, forward. Judge suspended sentence. Was warned if I was ever in front of the courts again, that I would have to do the time for what the charges were in this case, and whatever other time for whatever else I did. Oh, in a maximum ADULT security jail. Seeing how I was like seventeen then. A social worker I had advised me to take a tooth-brush with me before the trial. Close one.

A saving grace was that I always was a hard worker. Specializing in semi-skilled labor. Passed on college. Marriage number one was a total failure. Was a foster parent. The kid called me the male provider. We never bonded. No relationship. She liked my ex-wife better. It was really when I was in my early thirties, that I started to pull my head out of my ass. Cannabis stayed with me off and on, till I quit everything back in ’92, and got to know myself better.

Looking back now, out of everything I did back then, cannabis truly, hurt me the least. Matter of fact, I was only smoking that when I decided in the early nineties that I’d try to turn my life around. Yet again. Failed a few times before that. Didn’t matter. Was disappointing putting pot aside. I wanted the totally straight effect. Knew one day grass would be back in my life.

I wonder to myself. I said; self…..has my experience with pot shown that it was a gateway drug? Answer being; nope. Booze and drugs were. Both opened lots of doors. Alcohol seriously releases the inhibitions. Made me search for other highs. Pot never did that. It always made me feel somewhat content. When smoking pot, I’d hang around the ones shooting coke in their arms and always say; no thanks. Nice folks that they were, they always leave me a corner of the bag to snort. One night when drinking, and there was no pot, I said yes to the persistent question of did I finally want to try it the right way.

In a field. In the Carolina’s someplace. At night. A group of us gathered around the headlights, so we could see. I said yes, and they came down like vampires. Acting all happy. The needle was prepared. In it went. Was the best high ever. Experienced in a field, in the middle of nowhere. Beautiful dark night sky. Lots of stars. The weather and temperature were perfect. As I already knew it would be. That’s why up to then, I didn’t try it. That’s the problem. It’s a new game now.

You chase that first high. It was that incredible. At first, I controlled it. Silly drug addict. Coke controls you. Still, I kicked that and alcohol back in 1986. Almost died doing so. Detox was horrible. The itching from all the needle holes healing in my arms drove me crazy. I would have dreams, seeing myself shoot up. So vivid. Took a couple years getting Lady Cocaine out of my system. I stole for her. I’d help steal window air conditioners and sell them for coke. Me and a guy who had one fake leg, and one real one. Stealing kept me on three day binges. The weirdest thing is going to bed on Wednesday, and waking up Friday. Almost went to jail for that drug. Glad I freed myself from its clenches. One of the worst mistakes I ever made, was getting seriously involved with cocaine. One of the best things I ever did, was getting it out of my life.

See what happens with no parental guidance. Today, I’m cool with everything. I took responsibility for all my actions. Got rid of what some might call, the nasty habits. Read a BIG book. Tried to salvage some of my religious experiences. At least make sense of them. Found a good woman. Came to terms with really heavy issues. One was I decided, that my Mom was sick. Nothing personal. She didn’t drink herself to death because she hated me. A little boy will think that. Regarding my behavior; I brought the bottle to my lips. The pills to my mouth. The needles to my veins. Nobody’s fault but mine. From then on, I dealt with it. Took full responsibility for my actions. Carried on. And it’s been a work in progress, ever since. The last time I displayed self-destructive behavior, was around 1992. The time before that was way worse. Mid 1980’s. The cocaine days.

And now in 2011, I just smoke pot. Medically speaking; helps with stress….helps me relax….helps me have fun. Helps me sleep. Medical benefits. And sometimes, I just enjoy getting high. The older me, having fun is staying at home with the wife, smoking a couple bowls, and watching television. Having a nice dinner. Enjoying each others company. If circumstances are different, and I’m home alone, I can keep myself entertained. I like listening to music. A BIG part of my life. I write, using the computer. Keep myself busy. I imagine the man with everything, continues to crave more. Like an obsession. I’m of course striving for better, but content having what I do. Cannabis is an asset in my life. Not a liability.

Here’s a big question. As bad as I was in the past with booze and drugs, why is it pot isn’t motivating me to go back to using them again? In August of 2009, or sometime close to that, I decided to continue my use of cannabis. Smoking pretty much daily, ever since. Why no gateway effect? I certainly qualify. If anything, I’m the damn red flag. “Warning Will Robinson!” I’m not even smoking cigarettes. People figured if I smoked weed, that I would pretty much automatically go back to smoking cigarettes. In a previous entry, I mentioned this. It has not happened yet. Still cigarette free. Since November of 2007 (what the hell — worth mentioning again).

I think it’s because pot doesn’t really do that. A side effect of cannabis isn’t that you’ll predestined to advance your use of other substances. Drink screwdrivers all night long, and then on the way home, contract a Sexually Transmitted Disease. Pot doesn’t do that.

People get confused. They socially smoke cannabis. Then go out drinking. The effects of the weed disappear. The effects of the alcohol take over. In some cases, here comes whatever other drugs, like cocaine. Later on coming forward is a good-looking lady in a black rubber suit, with a long whip in her hand. Pot doesn’t do that. My experience is that sex is enhanced when under the cannabis spell. So it could make that situation at least, somewhat more entertaining. And finally, my conclusion is that this gateway talk is pure nonsense. A tactic used to help keep pot use controlled, and or illegal.

Don’t be afraid to debate this. Do the research yourself. Remember the difference between someone like me remarking from experience, and someone who only knows what they read in books. Question where the so called facts, come from. Apply your own logic. The next time you hear about how using pot will certainly lead its users to other illegal drugs down the road (notice how there is never any concern about the legal ones), tell them to knock it off. Shout when you say; “Uncle G thinks you’re full of crap. Nonsense I tell you…NONSENSE.” Laugh, turn around, and then walk off. Logic never seems to work with these people. Maybe irritation will?

Onward Through The Fog,

Uncle G

Originally Published


Uncle G’s Corner – Gateway Drug? Part One


Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Uncle G’s Corner (#04) – Gateway Drug? Part 1

27 Sept 2017
Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews
Words and Photography by Gary “Uncle G” Brown
Twitter @GBrown0816

Seeing how this is an archival website, I’d like to introduce to my newer 420 readers, a series of essays I did for a non-profit pro-cannabis website out of New York City, some years ago. One that I’ve been involved with since the year 2011. The webmistress is the wonderful Arlene Williams aka Ganja Granny. I love her to death! The website: Green Ribbon World.

Please note … we’re going back in time. Six years ago. I was married. That one came crashing down in which I was awarded a divorce, one day shy of us being a couple 22 years. No resentment or hard feelings. I wish her well. This is growth. Can’t say I felt that way about wife #02 only months ago. Life goes on. Other aspects in which other parts changed as well. Time stands for no one.

Editing: Versions 2.0 … my aim is to clean up any remaining typos and grammar errors. The originally published essays could be found on the Green Ribbon World website. When finally done (this could take some time) archiving all the past essays published, I’ll start writing new ones. In a way, I already have done so: Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews.


Green Ribbon World (website)

Uncle G’s Corner
Number: 4
April 2011

The 420 Special
Topic: Gateway Drug?
Part One

How many times has this happened? A news story about how cannabis is being considered for legalization. On the TV screen, a reporter, and a stuffy looking, middle-aged person. The reporter asks; “Do you ever see marijuana, legal in this State?” And what else is there to know about the one being asked this? A political representative, currently pretending to do the people’s business. Here’s the response. “Marijuana is a gateway drug!” The voice is loud and stated very matter of fact. Serious look on their face. Appears well rehearsed. Keep in mind, the weapon used here is words. And these words in particular, weird how closely related they are to that other famous political bullshit line; do it for the children.

An example, you say. Here’s one. Let’s raise the price of cigarettes to twenty dollars a pack. Now the kids can’t afford to smoke. I’d say just about most folks would understand this. And in doing so, making the price higher for the adult users, it’s unfortunately, one of those things. For some, there now newest financial crisis, equivalent to collateral damage. They just have to deal with it. As long as the kids are safe. Just keep repeating; it’s for the children. Wanting a better mankind for all. How could a person, not be for that?

Months later you hear the politicians are depending on the extra revenue, generated from that move, to make the yearly budget. They are even disappointed when the money taken in, shows decline from their projected estimates. None of that was said in the past. What was said, was that raising prices would help children. That was the only reason given, wasn’t it? That’s what I remember anyway. And something else happened. A lot of people in their fine State quit smoking cigarettes. Taxes so high it made the product non-affordable anymore. The price is now way too high. Meanwhile back at the ranch, the ones calling themselves our elected elite, lead me to believe that they care more about themselves, their supporters, and their inner world, then they do ‘the kids’. Why not just tell us the truth to start with? I will. The true intention of the “gateway” remark, remember that……is and has always been, to see to it, that cannabis stays illegal.

Our politician has supporters that strongly oppose legalization/decriminalization of cannabis. Thinking about this, the first reason I came up with was, and all too obvious to me was the fear of losing money. Hear me out now (even if you’re reading this). Mostly everyone can identify. General population believes that only the wealthy could afford to lose money. We all got bills. Everyone’s got to eat.

Americans spend on the average, billions of dollars a year, for nothing more than to escape reality. You know, something to help cope with life’s little challenges. How far one goes up the ladder, is up to the individual. So step right up. Booze and pills to the rescue. Soon word gets around that this one brand of muscle relaxer is so much better if one swallows down the pill with a glass of chilled, red wine.

And what do we do when under their influence? One thing really popular is watching reality television. Great zone out material. The reason most love it so I imagine would be to watch what other people’s real life is. Jokes on us. Hollywood made even reality TV, fake. Get this, Jessica Simpson isn’t really all that dumb. Because of a clothing line/empire she has, the lady is damn near a billionaire nowadays. Good for her! Wonder if she has a hemp line? Tee-shirts and whatnot? Support what you believe in. That’s what I say.

So some people figure if pot was made legal, that some of the folks, would buy less alcohol, and need fewer pharmaceuticals. So the answer to making it legal is; no. Portray the weed as evil instead. And say it with conviction. Like it’s the final word. Attitude must be that any action taken to legalize, goes no further. Too bad our friend, the political puppet from paragraph one, don’t see what lies ahead.

Cannabis users are tired of hearing the word; no. The fight for legalization/decriminalization is ongoing. Lately, battles have both been won and lost. Each victory makes the next one a tad easier. Each State has its own version. One day I predict, that the conflicts will go away. Weed will be legal in all States. Cannabis will blend into everyone’s daily life. The only questions will be why, and when to use it. Not having an answer could be just as good an answer, as any other one. Restrictions on weed? There should have never been any rules, or boundaries placed on cannabis. Be it used for recreational, medical, or religious purposes.

I remember some of the 70’s. While sitting on the bowl, I would read publications like National Lampoon, Hustler, or High Times. I thought NORML was a cool organization.

Sometimes when smoking grass, I’d do bongs with the older folks. Defined here as late teens, to people in or around their 30’s. This would have happened from my mid-teens to becoming legal (1979) years.

During the intake of the cannabis, stories would be passed around. A conversation would ensue. Sometimes, about what we were presently inhaling. This time around, it’s the studies of monkeys in a lab somewhere. Official Marijuana Studies. By the United States Government.

The furry primates were forced to wear gas masks, that contained 24/7, piped in reefer smoke. Someone would say they saw pictures. “The monkeys were totally wasted man.” Breathing in Government grown pot. Higher THC levels, may I remind you. Way better than the regular weed we were purchasing. And after being bombarded with all this smoke, they then said how the monkeys were presently, in a coma-like state. Credited to the marijuana, of course. The conclusion which was formed for you was that if you smoked pot, then you’d become brain-damaged. After all, that’s what happened to the monkeys. Goes without even saying that this too could also happen to human beings. I didn’t really believe this garbage. How stupid is this? Of course, we’d expect those results with the monkeys. What human constantly smokes high THC cannabis all day, and all night? From a gas mask? For a long ass period of time? Believe me, people have tried. I figure without the masks. Sooner or later they’d pass out. Hopefully not head first in a bowl of cereal. Horrible headline;

Marijuana User Drowns Face First In a BIG bowl of (insert the name of your favorite cereal munchies when under pot’s influence; Stoned Mini-Wheats?)

To be continued…

Uncle G’s Corner – Gateway Drug? (Part 2)


Gateway Drug? (Part 1) Originally Published


Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Edible Report (#13)

Recommended Age: 21 +
Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews
Edible Report (#13)
Type of Edible: Gummies
Name of Company: Robhots (EST. 2015)
Medicinal: Yes!
Product: Robhots Mega Dose Infused Gummies
Flavors: Pineapple and Tangerine
THC: Contains TEN 50mg THC Gummies; 500 mg Active THC (entire bottle)

Story and Incidental Photography by Gary “Uncle G” Brown
Twitter @GBrown0816

Robhots - Mega Dose - Pineapple_Tangerine - box (2017 09 08)

Welcome back returning readers, and also to those venturing into uncharted waters. Fair warning for the newbies, for from what I’m told, ‘yours truly’ can be an acquired taste. People have different points of view. Accounts on the time of day, and what the subject is. Pertaining to myself, I try to as a writer, to offer a variety of topics. Most fitting under the pop culture umbrella. I’m an individual and not into group think. Am fairly capable of drawing my own conclusion. I’m not an academic. Average ‘Joe’ type, blue collar kind of guy. I believe that alternative medicine is some serious shit. Cannabis may not be a cure all, but it sure can compliment, or get this …. perhaps even alter for the better what the average person is prescribed by their doctor(s). How many countless of stories are out there of people consuming pot to help get through difficult times? I have my own. Is part of a book that is still available on Amazon (dot com). Cannabis treats me well. Booze damn near killed me.

The last published write up I authored was just days ago for a classic rock 24/7 Internet station: Classic Rock Radio (UK). Doing this for five years now. My official title is; American Correspondent. The newest article was all about; Dick. For those interested, the piece can be found doing a simple Internet search. Just cut and paste the following into any Internet search engine:

Gary “Uncle G” Brown – Dick

That should do it. I’ve since received praise and good news regarding that review. The station informed me that I’m drawing in more female readers than usual.

Uncle G discusses … Robhots – Infused Gummies: MEGA Dose – Medicinal – Pineapple and Tangerine Flavor – Active 50 mg THC (infused with THC Distillate) – Gummies.

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I recently wrote about another cannabis edible made by Robhots. A 125mg THC mango gummy. I absolutely loved it! After that, it got me thinking about seriously trying to use only, or even mostly, medicated edibles throughout my day. Less pharmaceutical (if safely possible). One of the first questions that I wanted to answer for myself, was if this could be affordable, for the average everyday blue collar person out there. I’ll take for granted that professional business folk, could easily afford pot, especially at medical prices. So not really an issue with them. Make around 30 thousand and be married with two kids, and a large dog with an endless appetite, and it matters what things cost. I’m focusing on sixty thousand or less. These folks (including myself) have a budget. Be it a senior living solely off their social security. Disabled is the same. Or earn between 10 and 15 bucks an hour (two part-time 20-hour jobs). Part of life for the mature/adult thing is to be financially responsible. If cannabis is to replace what can be a very cheap pharmaceutical solution, it at least needs to be just as affordable.

Aspirin can kill you. I was told back in the 1970’s by an adult in which I was under their care, that an aspirin overdose was a nasty way to do yourself in. Tears up your stomach. Being a teen, I, of course, questioned this. What would one care about tearing up their stomachs, if wanting to be dead anyway?”

Point is what is considered a normal everyday go to, can be abused, possibly harming you fatally. Eat a whole bottle. The kind that looks like a knock-off M&M candy (colorful coated tablets so not to tear up your stomach). The results are, you’re dead! No coming back from that. Stiff City! That’s if the wicked witch Aunt Patsy who informed me of this was indeed correct. I smoked a ton of pot over the decades. I never once OD’ed on it. Of course, I wasn’t ever hoping to do that. Most people who have too much THC in their system will go to sleep. Been there, done that! Anytime it happened, I always woke up.

The cannabis edibles (medical) infused with raw THC Distillate (remember them) were packaged in a box, that inside contained a child proof plastic container, where the cannabis gummies could be found. All the information the law wants you to know and more is printed on the outside packaging. I had a real fresh batch. Oh, and it comes with a cool Robhots sticker. Smart advertising. Pink Floyd’s Dark Side Of The Moon (1972), came with two stickers, and a poster (album).

Robhots - Sticker_Container (2017 09 08)

Successfully opening the child proof container (typically the same as what flower is sold in), the sweet fruity aroma was evident. On a Tuesday I consumed two tangerine gummies. A total of 100 mg of distillate THC. Dosing was spaced apart. Was reacting within an hour, or so it seemed. About four hours into it, I felt that I could safely do another tangerine medicated gummy. Whole and not cut/divided to lower the dose. Can do this with a butter knife, btw. Having simple mathematical skills, and one can figure out a dose for themselves that they can handle, without going off the deep end. Something that can help me forget about my injuries, that’s almost just as damn good as the opiates I can get at a local pharmacy, for a super low cost.

Know the strain. These gummies are a hybrid, more sativa than indica. All my tests were done during the day. Complimenting the experience with medium-strong ground coffee; Maxwell House. The caffeine and edible give me a ‘high’ that worked for me. Wake n’ Bake! When medicated, I was more than able to get stuff done. No melting in bed while watching Netflix.

A crazy-delicious gummy, made so one would purposely not taste anything resembling Mother Earth.  Awesome effects! Isn’t that what we want? Otherwise, we might as well be eating candy. The next time, three gummies, spaced out to last from the time I awoke to the time I crashed at night. The chronic pain was minimal. Two tangerines, and seeking variety, one pineapple, in which tasted as good as the tangerine ones.

For those keeping the flavor score; one container has ten pieces, so the breakup is Tangerine 4, and Pineapple 6. Wonderful for these taste buds! If not having THC as an active ingredient, I’d still eat the gummies. The whole thing at one sitting would be easily doable.

The last five solid gummies were split up two and three. Two more different days. Was sorry on the fourth and final testing day. During all that, I smoked less flower. Took my nerve medication only at night. No over the counter pain relievers. No thinking of doing opiates, or buying a pint of Jack Daniels. Congratulations Robhots!

FYI: Regarding opiates/booze, and just so we’re all on the same page … those are physically addicting. People can become mentally addicted to pot. It’s not for all adults. Take a person with mental disabilities and get them high on pot, and what you’ll get is a stoned mentally disabled person. Food for thought.

Uncle G Recommends

Walk out price at Verts Neighborhood Dispensary, at the time I picked this up, was about $36.00 (including tax .. having valid marijuana license) … ten medicated THC infused tasty gummies … breaks down to $3.60 a gummy. Lasted me four days. If money was no object, I believe three of these gummies a day, and then smoking some strong indica (cannabis) at night, could help keep the doctor away. Lower my smoke intake. Include the cost of flower and tax, and again having a valid marijuana license, we’re looking at about $12.80 a day. Pharmaceuticals are of course cheaper, over the counter as well as that which could be prescribed. If affordable, nothing better in investing in, than one’s health. Of course, I recommend this

Of course, I recommend this Robhots product. If looking for it to be financially feasible, and again this is with weed (1/4 gram at night), it’s a three to four hundred dollar a month habit. Based on prices I’m seeing today around the Fort Collins area (medical prices). For others, maybe less THC than what it would take for myself., and that would lower the cost; 2 edibles a day instead of three. Forgo the smoking. Lots of ways to make it work.

Robhots make a wonderful line of products. At least the two different items I checked out so far. I deem this was a cool writing assignment. Thanks to the incredible budtenders at Verts (in Fort Collins, CO) for recommending.

Uncle G’s Helpful Weblinks

Robhots (21+) – www.Robhots.com

Verts Neighborhood Dispensary –  www.vertsdispensary.com


Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Uncle G’s Corner (#03)

31 Aug 2017
Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews
Words and Red Ashtray Photography by Gary “Uncle G” Brown
Twitter @GBrown0816

Seeing how this is an archival website, I’d like to introduce to my newer 420 readers, a series of essays I did for a non-profit pro-cannabis website out of New York City, some years ago. One that I’ve been involved with since the year 2011. The webmistress is the wonderful Arlene Williams aka Ganja Granny. I love her to death! The website: Green Ribbon World.

Please note … we’re going back in time. Six years ago. I was married. That one came crashing down in which I was awarded a divorce, one day shy of us being a couple 22 years. No resentments or hard feelings. I wish her well. This is growth. Can’t say I felt that way about wife #02 only months ago. Life goes on. Other aspects in which other parts changed as well. Time stands for no one.

Editing: Versions 2.0 … my aim is to clean up any remaining typo and grammar errors. The originally published essays could be found on the Green Ribbon World website. When finally done (this could take some time) archiving all the past essays published, I’ll start writing new ones. In a way, I already have done so: Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews.

Green Ribbon World (website)

Green Ribbon World
Uncle G’s Corner (#03)
April 2011
Topic: Responsibility

When people generally think of cannabis users, more times than not, the vision of the stereotypical stoner comes to mind. The one we see all the times in the movies.

Tommy Chong, in my opinion, portrays the world’s best stoner. This dude has stoner playing, down to an art form. He’s a master craftsman. Pair him with Cheech, and it’s one of the most successful comedy duos in entertainment history.

If not familiar, they do sketch comedy. Most of this centered around reefer. So successful putting out records, and touring, they got into putting out movies. The beginning of the end. Not long after, they quit being a team. The political climate at the time with its “just say no” to drugs, including cannabis like it’s as bad as heroin, was going strong. Those who indulged too much, blamed everyone and everything, including pot, for her or his problems. Lots of folks stopped laughing. Lucky for us, and back to our story, Cheech & Chong got back together a few years ago. This writer saw them twice, one time each, from their past two tours. Only saying.

Back to Tommy. He plays scenes out perfectly. The mannerisms, and the way he carries himself, be it physical or vocally, it’s all one hundred percent believable. He’s put together a true characterization of your everyday, typical pot smoker. For the younger ones reading this, Mr. Chong is acting the way lots of cannabis users did back in the 1960’s and ’70’s. Makes sense, since he’s from that era. And yeah, you can still find potheads like that even today. Be it the younger, beginning marijuana consumer who’s using it for recreational purposes, or the middle aged one, who’s seeking some kind of medical relief for whatever their ailment(s) be.

There’s one problem with Tommy, and his many Oscar Winning Performances of The Man. Wait, no Oscar? Surely an oversight. The portrayal some say was that of a loser, who happened to smoke cannabis. Critics more than once indicated weed made him the way he was. Or was it lack of having any weed? Years ago right? Let’s sum it up. Someone whose life amounted to nothing.

Now out doing errands, you see someone who kind of resembles that person. Typical stoner dude. The person is thought as a failure, at first glance. Brain issues an automatic profile. Took two seconds…boom! Based on what? Impressions that fill up the head. Ideas we believe in. Why the outcome? We can only guess. Bad upbringing? Poor education? A series of crummy jobs? A crummy life in general? Not really a success at anything. Bored most times. Gliding through life. Totally irresponsible. Smokes pot at any given opportunity (this might not be a totally bad thing).

Not one thing thought about the person, based on fact. I could understand why blacks and such get pissed so often. The actions show no respect. It’s very lack of? More than once folks tried to automatically judge me by what they saw. Conclusion sometimes could not be any further from the truth. Judging a book by its cover, don’t necessarily mean you’ll be correct.

Ever end up playing in an episode of “Dude Where Did I Park My Car?” The subject is driving. So caught up in the moment, we park, get out of our vehicle, and an hour later, come out and don’t have a clue as to where the auto we were driving, is at. A characteristic of an everyday pot smoker; bad memory / short term memory loss. A sometimes side effect with cannabis used in many a stoner comedy. But at the same time, people who never used cannabis, as well, have memory problems. A quick fact that helps establish that all character traits of a Tommy Chong character type cannabis user, don’t only afflict marijuana consumers. So the next time the boss loses his / her car keys, don’t automatically think their home at night doing multiple bong hits.

Stoner’s are known for slow driving. But I’ve also seen Brillo head, gray hair, straight (meaning not buzzed) old ladies drive so slow, joggers were passing them up.

And let’s not forget the ever famous, munchies. It’s true that after consuming cannabis, that one tends to get hungry. Real hungry. Defending this, I’ll say that people can get fat, without consuming weed. The proof’s in the pudding. Got to watch this one. I have a rule. I know my belly is getting too big, if when naked, I’m standing and look down, and don’t see my junk. That should be a rule for all guys. If when nude and standing, a guy can’t see his man stuff, then items like mashed potatoes should be banned from his household, until he can.

Note: To the Ladies reading this. You’re welcome. Consider that last part, Uncle G’s Public Service Announcement of the day.

Reality is, that there are way way too numerous cannabis users, living stable, productive lives. Happy. Responsible. We just do it from a different perspective. That’s certainly not a definition of a loser. Yet, that’s the characterization many people believe because it’s so much in the forefront. Humorous? Yes! A reflection of a true cannabis user today? Not so much.

My typical day, I’m up at around 5:30 AM. It’s still dark outside. My work day starts at either 7:30 / 8:00 / 11:45….all in the morning. The one close to Noon is on Sunday. I have two jobs. Full time is the Monday through Friday gig. Can’t say I care for that much. A major benefit is the insurance coverage. I actually like my weekend job. Warehouse. Connected to a retail store. This job has a further drive. Combining the two days, I’ll put about seventy miles on the odometer.

All this, while not under the influence of cannabis.

I’ll typically stop at a grocery store on the drive home, and buy whatever supplies are needed for the time being. I’m in a BIG city. Wally World is a half mile away. Open just about all the time. A supermarket is across the street from that. Another major grocery store is another block away. Instead of a weekly shopping routine, I almost enjoy the daily trips to the food store. Great for people watching. True characters walk up and down those grocery aisles.

By the way, I’m still straight. Have not smoked anything yet. Besides, a place like Wally World would be too bizarre while high. I know. It’s happened. Only once. They specialize in selling stuff that you don’t have and would like to own. Every isle almost I found at least one thing that I was sure I could no longer live without. After bored with that, I played find the stuff not made in China game.

Come home. Check the mail. Put whatever I purchased away. And then comes chores. Before doing the mundane household tasks, I might smoke a small bowl of the herb, before getting into it. Then dishes. Laundry. I have pets. When all is done, I might chill out here in our home office. Computer. Music. Tonight it’s Mike Oldfield. With the Misses, later on, smoke another bowl. The days finished. Eyes are getting heavy after nine at night. I’m crashed by 11 PM.

That’s a typical day. I mentioned in this and past entries, that I smoked every day. I did so in this example. I have a feeling. I could be wrong. Many others, who smoke grass, have days just like the one I described. Instead of taking care of pets, maybe they have children. Or maybe they raise children and take care of pets. And when the times right, they get high. And when I say high, I mean more like kind of buzzed. Not stoned. Nor wasted. Like a small bowl. Shared with a loved one. Had on the TV. Watched some Adult Swim. Maybe a repeat of The Office. Laughed. Had the munchies. A good time was had by all. No drama. Just relaxed. Decompressing, at its finish. The simpler things in life are indeed sometimes the best. Like that fart, I let out a few minutes ago. Loud. Commanded attention, and respect. Made the cat run away. Was that good! In a farting contest, I’d racked major points with that one.

Responsible is what those of us, living in the shadows….wait….the politicians say that’s the Mexicans. Kind of, it’s us cannabis users also. Laws might be cooler in California, then say Texas. Not acting like a fool, and acting responsibly, is how we increase the odds of not going to the crowbar motel.

Hard to believe out of all the drug busts in 2009, that number being *1,663,582 in the United States, that *858,408 was for weed. We need to stop getting busted so much. If in a collective, Spock would find intelligent life when aiming his scanner at us. Yet, look at all those arrests. Wonder how much money was wasted on prosecuting those associated with cannabis? Is it worth all the trouble? Legalize. Decriminalize.

Mr. President, Nothing worse will happen to society at large, then what’s already been accredited to alcohol. Need I say more?

In closing, please don’t let them sin tax us to death. Would kill me seeing fake cannabis plants throw into the Boston Harbor (you don’t think anyone would totally waste a good plant…do you?)

Onward Through The Fog

Gary “Uncle G” Brown

PS: OH…God bless Cheech & Chong. Sometimes people misinterpret jokes. It happens.


Green Ribbon World – http://greenribbonworld.com/2011/04/04/uncle-gs-corner-2/

“Crime in the United States 2009,” FBI Uniform Crime Report (Washington, DC: US Dept. of Justice, September 2010), Table 29,


and Arrest Table: Arrests for Drug Abuse Violations,


Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Intro to Uncle G’s Corner (#01)

08 Aug 2017

Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Intro to Uncle G’s Corner (#01)

Words and Red Ashtray Photography by Gary “Uncle G” Brown

Twitter @GBrown0816

Seeing how this is an archival website, I’d like to introduce to my newer 420 readers, a series of essays I did for a non-profit pro-cannabis website out of New York City, some years ago.  One that I’ve been involved with since the year 2011. The webmistress is the wonderful Arlene Williams aka Ganja Granny. I love her to death! The website: Green Ribbon World.

Green Ribbon World (website)

Please note … we’re going back in time. Six years ago. I was married. That one came crashing down in which I was awarded a divorce, one day shy of us being a couple 22 years. No resentments or hard feelings. I wish her well. This is growth. Can’t say I felt that way about wife #02 only months ago. Life goes on. Other aspects in which other parts changed as well. Time stands for no one.

Editing: Versions 2.0 … my aim is to clean up any remaining typo and grammar errors. The original published essays could be found on the Green Ribbon World website. When finally done (this could take some time) archiving all the past essays published, I’ll start writing new ones. In a way, I already have: Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews.

Gary “Uncle G” Brown (08 Aug 2017)

First Published on Green Ribbon World: 21 March 2011

Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Intro to Uncle G’s Corner (#01)

Uncle G’s Corner_Subject: Introduction Part Two

Part two? So where’s part one you ask? Hint. I was already a guest blogger. Right here in Green Ribbon World. Just somewhat recently. I touched on how cannabis helped me get through a difficult medical treatment. After I submitted that to Arlene, we started talking about how maybe I could become a regular contributor. Something monthly, or bi-monthly. Needless to say, the both of us really dug this idea. Wonderful conversations followed. And for the first time, we talked on the phone. Everything up to then was e-mails and such. We found/introduced ourselves on a website called; Daily Buds. Regular communication back and forth ever since.

Feel free to quote me anytime; Ganja Granny is one of the coolest females to walk the planet. Never met a better activist. She truly cares about people. Therefore, I find it an honor and a privilege, to be a part of such an awesome website. Thank you, Arlene!

When we discussed my participating on her website, we talked about names for whatever we would call my column. “Uncle G’s Corner” was the favorite. Here’s how the words “uncle” and “corner” won out.

Besides Ganja Granny, I bounced names back and forth with my pretty wife. One evening, we smoked a bowl and then having a conversation, focused on the word; uncle.

What came to our minds was that one relative, just about every family has. Perhaps he married into the family. Regarding character, he appears to be a total opposite of everyone. The guy marches to his own drummer. Works hard. He gets along with people fine. The kids all like him. Now, take it a step further. This is the one in the family, whose a pot smoker. Most of the family has known about his use of weed now for years. At gatherings, it would not be unusual to hear a certain Aunt say out loud when the uncle was suddenly missing from the festivities; “Bet he’s off doing some of that wacky weed. Everyone knows he smokes pot.” If all around ear shot wasn’t aware of this, they were now. The fact is, no one really seems that concerned. Not that everyone talked publicly about it. Like it was a good thing. Kept kind of like a family secret. The man always comes off like he could hold his own. And the Aunt who enjoys making public announcements such as this, she’d have three lit cigarettes going at once. Be drinking coffee, all day. She’d pour the hot beverage into a saucer. With each hand, she grab a side, and bring it up to her lips. You could hear her slurp. Certainly out of the two family members, the most annoying was actually her.

So that’s how we decided on “uncle”. They tend to have experience. Been around the block more than once. Might even be able to offer some good advice, from time to time.

Now why the word; corner? I grew up in New Jersey. Several times in the mid to late 1970’s, I visited New York City. Always for pleasure. Saw a bunch of kick ass concerts at Madison Square Garden. Sometimes, I purchased concert tickets on street corners. Had to be extremely careful. Hustlers and con artists were a plenty. One highlight was seeing Led Zeppelin in 1977. Yeah, wow! That’s a whole story by itself. More an adventure. One day perhaps I’ll type it out, and have it posted on here. Should be entertaining.

Besides buying concert tickets on street corners, one could also find reefer. Sometimes, whoever selling it, would wait until you were within earshot, and then throw a rhyme at you. Something like this; “Got some weed. Best in the city. Get a 10 buck bag. It won’t be shitty.” If you looked at the dude, he’d smile at you. I’m going by memory. Am sure the rhyme was much better than that. And back to the dime bag, the count usually wasn’t that good. Hopefully, you don’t remember scoring this. Enough weed to make a couple pin joints. If you were lucky. Care for a little weed with you rolling paper? When that’s all you could find. Had to be good enough. Beat having nothing. Not all times the count was lousy. Accounted on who was on the corner selling the stuff. Most times, it was what it was, and you took what you could get.

So I picture the street corner being back in New York City. For the reader, could be anywhere U.S.A. In your mind, try to make it nice and clean. After all, if you’re going to hang on the corner for a spell, then it might as well be a cool place to chill out some.

The corner should have a cool street light. Antique looking. Maybe a garbage can somewhere close by. A fancy one. Can’t have any garbage in it. That could smell bad. Could also bring flies. We don’t need any stinking flies on our corner. Not mine! And certainly not yours, nor one we share.

I liked the idea of having a phone booth. Not the kind smelling like urine, on a hot summer day. What a very unpleasant smell for the nose as one would walk past that. And if it didn’t smell like piss, then odds were hanging at the phone booth, were the prostitutes. They stand there, pretending to be talking on the phone, while all the time, just searching for the next ‘John’ to come by. On this corner, none of that happens. And there’s a phone booth. It’s an older, cool looking one. As it should be.

My corner is neat, and for the most part, tidy. Nearly complete. But one thing is missing. Something to sit down on would be nice. Getting older, and don’t need to be standing up all the time. Something better than sitting on the sidewalk. I know, brick steps. From an apartment building. Right there near the corner.

Please allow me to introduce myself. If I could use my real name, I would. Seeing how this is a pro cannabis website, and how cannabis is still illegal where I reside, “Uncle G” is me. I’m a proud cannabis user. But I’m careful who I let know that. Hopefully, we’ll all see a day when that will change. Decriminalization. It be about time, huh? For now, medical purposes are fine. Many aspects of this, still need work.

If the law states it’s OK to consume cannabis, then that should reflect on all aspects of everyday life, including the job site. Going to work high, isn’t cool. Understandable if companies would want its workers to refrain from doing that. Being home and smoking a doobie on your off time, should be perfectly fine. Companies in the States where medical cannabis is legal, should drop the marijuana pee tests, and stop firing its employees for having cannabis in their systems.

I first started smoking weed back in 1973. I was twelve. Nothing I’m proud of. I had a serious lack of adult supervision in my teenage years. Ask me now, and I’ll tell you that one should be at least 18, before using cannabis. I think the body should fully develop first. I read the brain can still be forming, up until the early twenties. Something to take into consideration.

This coming August, I’ll be fifty years old. Am very happily married. I’m a blue collar worker. My wife works with autistic children. For the most part, we have more bills than money. Like the saying goes; life throws you lemons, throw them back. That’s not right. You make lemonade. I have 55-gallon drums of this shit. In a tall glass. With ice. And to go along with it, some smoke. Life’s OK.

Writing for Green Ribbon World, I’ll be reflecting on my past experiences using cannabis. I’ll also be making observations, and or giving opinions as to whatever that is going on at the time, be it public or private, provided I have some interest in it and feel like going down that road. Feedback is encouraged. I’ll do my best trying to respond.

Here’s my major spin. I’m an everyday cannabis user. Lately, pretty much since the middle of 2009. But not a full fledged stoner. Some know the difference. Others will tell you there is no difference. I, of course, have an opinion about this.

I throw into the general conscience that an everyday, average, cannabis user, can live a wonderful, productive life. Excel in business. Make an honest living for themselves. Be happy at home. Handle as much responsibility as necessary. And not just be a fuck up. In this case, that can be defined as a totally unproductive adult human being, living with Grandma. Getting high, 24/7. Bongs and video games. It’s been depicted in movies, more than once. Most are comedies.

When the descriptive words, “pot smoker”, come out in conversation, people usually respond with a smile. That’s what they are projecting on the outside. You see, some folks across our Country, really love and respect the plant. Others, not so much. Inside, they successfully created a different mental image. The potheads pictured, would be grown, adults. Some of the ones casting judgment will imagine them in their underwear. Just because they are losers, don’t mean they have to be unattractive. Look, it’s a pretty blonde stoner, in a G String.

Contrary to belief, a large section of the cannabis community, are mature and responsible. Take care of themselves.  Or being in a family unit, have others who rely on them for the basics of everyday living. True, every blue Moon they might have their stoner moments. Under the influence of cannabis, anything could happen. I got several of those stories. Could it have been the side effects, of the weed you think? Scientist has proven, and I bet had a good time doing so, that cannabis has side effects. Are they as bad as alcohol, or many pharmaceutical drugs? Opinions vary.

I am a pot smoker. I’m not a drug addict. I smoke small quantities of cannabis nowadays, on a daily basis. No chemicals added. Grown naturally. Let the plant dry out, and stuff a little of it in a pipe (don’t forget the screen). Get out your source of fire. Bring pipe to mouth. Lite, and inhale. About seven seconds later, here comes that pleasant euphoric feeling. Keep repeating. You’re now high! Some will say that’s a separate side effect, all it’s own. Can be very enjoyable. Nothing to feel guilty about, and certainly nothing worth going to jail, or paying large fines for.

Speaking for myself, I’d wish those fighting to keep cannabis illegal, would instead realize if only just for a second, that the general public using cannabis for whatever reason, is one of the lesser evils one actively participating in this society, can do. Yes, some use it for recreational purposes. And no, I don’t believe it’s a gateway drug. It’s a weed. Good folks in general, people you would leave your children with, will tell you they have medical issues, and how cannabis helps them cope. There are lots of these stories. In neighborhoods, and on the Internet. I have one myself. We’ll talk about this, and many other things regarding the wonderful world of cannabis. In the meantime, toke up, and enjoy whatever it is you like about the plant. I sure will.

Till later,

Uncle G  (submitted 21 March 11)




Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Edible Report (#12)

Recommended Age: 21 +

Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews

Edible Report (#12)

Type Of Edible: Liquid

Name: Keef Cola

Flavor: Blue Razz

Medicinal: Yes

THC: 100mg

Strain: Hybrid 

Contents: 12 fl. Oz. (355ml)

Story and Incidental Photography by Gary “Uncle G” Brown

Twitter @GBrown0816

All OTHER Photos: Keef Cola

Keef Cola - Blue Razz

Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Edible Report #12 … finds yours truly coming off the death of a friend. One of the first individuals I got to know, since arriving in northern Colorado last September. Truly sad. I took a week to mourn. No writing. Hard to be creative under those circumstances.

About a week before my friend’s death occurred, I spent a day testing a cannabis product name: Keef Cola – Blue Razz (THC 100mg). Let me tell you about it.  


My second time trying a liquid THC infused product. My first was a dissolvable powder by Stillwater Brands (Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Edible Report #02) that I tested it in part, by adding to my morning coffee not too long ago.

Also, a liquid per-say (not a beverage) was a tincture (drops placed under the tongue for best results) I tried (Uncle G’s FUN 420 Reviews: Edible Report #08) and really enjoyed. Feel free to check out my write up on that if you have not already.

Keef Cola’s Blue Razz is a straight up carbonated berry tasting soda pop. Comes in a cool looking plastic bottle that I placed in the kitchen refrigerator the night before. The budtender at Verts recommended chilling before consuming, in which I did.

Note: Heads up … being liquid as compared to being solid, the THC effects should be felt earlier.

The whole twelve fluid oz serving contains 100mg of THC. That’s enough to pack a real punch, especially for those will lower tolerances. It doesn’t have to be consumed all at once. Get a measuring cup and drink whatever you feel comfortable doing; six ozs equals 50mg THC, etc..

A little background on myself for those reading Uncle G’s 420 Reviews for the very first time. I’m physically hurt (chronic pain), so I medicate every day with cannabis. Seriously helps! I also take two pharmaceuticals. One is for high blood pressure. Nothing too wild. Helps keep the BP numbers within a healthy range. A little more weight loss (few pounds) and I can maybe stop taking that one. Happened before (2014). The other pill I take a couple or a few times a day is to help me cope with nerve damage. I really do need that one. A side effect is sleepiness. The life of a writer. As long as my bills are paid, I can take naps just about whenever the urge strikes.  

Following the advice suggested to me (Verts), I started off this whole cannabis medical edible thing with very small doses. Nowadays about 50 to 60 mg of THC makes me feel pretty much alright with the world. Enough so I can function normally and not be too super medicated. But I have known to do a little more if I feel it’s needed and I can do so safely. In other words, for this little experiment, I drank the whole bottle in one sitting. Please take my/Verts advice and only use an amount of THC that you feel you can handle.

Shopping Reminder: Buy a cool looking/functioning bottle opener.

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Photo: Gary “Uncle G” Brown posing with a chilled bottle of Keef Cola’s Blue Razz.

So there I was on a very early Saturday (22 July) morning, all ready to test and not having anything to open the bottle with. In the same house, my friend Paul had a bottle opener he let me borrow. I cracked open the metal cap to the child proof plastic bottle. Noticed an immediate smell of berries. Nice aroma! I had a coke glass that I poured the THC beverage into. Found out Keef Cola’s Blue Razz is really blue in color. Fizzes well. I took my time drinking. A very enjoyable taste with nary a hint of cannabis. Glad it was chilled. Well within a half hour or so I could feel its effects. A ‘hybrid strain’, the results for me was being able to be active/productive around the house throughout the rest of the morning, well into the afternoon. A very pleasant experience. Aches and pains were kept to a minimum. Being under its influence didn’t hinder me any.

Keef Cola - Blue Razz_Glass (2017 07 16)

Uncle G Recommends

A unique way to medicate. Would be nice to have a few bottles in the fridge. For those not into smoking, nor wanting to chew their cannabis meds’, here is a bubbly alternative that can be enjoyed … TODAY. Should the cannabis laws where you reside be in your favor.

On the subject, and just so we’re on the same page, ‘Uncle G’ wants total legalization and decriminalization of marijuana, ALL across the United States. Hemp as well. From sea to shining sea. If not already in your area, communicate to your local politicians until they see the light. Recreational is fine for those ages 21 or older, and of sound mind and body (recommended).

Imagine real medicine (healthy dosage) with no debilitating side effects? Cannabis can and will lead the way! BIG Booze and those Pharmaceutical companies that decide to compliment cannabis, I predict will survive. All others I believe will perish. Those, especially on the side of affordable medicinal marijuana, are going to thrive.  Helping folks who are having a hard time helping themselves … ‘Uncle G’ thinks PLENTY of extra good karma will come out of that for all who make it happen. 

 Rest In Peace
Paul E. Park (Professional Musician)
March 02, 1951 – July 22, 2017

Uncle G’s Helpful Web Links

Keef (Brands) – https://keefbrands.com
Verts Neighborhood Dispensary – http://www.vertsdispensary.com