Uncle G’s 420 Reviews: Uncle G’s Corner (#08) – The Birthday Issue (Topic: Meds)


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Red Ashtray - 02 (June 2011)

21 March 2018

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. 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.




Uncle G’s Corner
Number: #08
The Birthday Issue (originally published August 2011)
Words and ‘Red Ashtray‘ photo by Gary “Uncle G” Brown

Twitter @GBrown0816

Topic: Meds

This is my eighth entry in the pot journal I call; Uncle G’s Corners. Lately, I’ve been wanting to do a column on here addressing medical marijuana. I wondered to myself. I said self, is one more joint, one less Vicodin?

My use of weed started for recreational purposes. It was the 1970’s. If it felt good, more than likely I did it. Loved pot.

The first time I can say I was truly consuming cannabis for medicinal purposes was in the early 1990’s. Helped me calm down. Was a really stressful time. A period that also included a divorce. Beyond nasty. I traveled a lot. For no special reason other than to just get away. Drove from Texas to Florida. Hung there for some time. Bike Week ’92. Daytona Beach. That was a blast. I got a tattoo while there. Here’s where I learned to never get a tattoo artist stoned before he does the tattoo.

On my left shoulder, a tattoo. The word; Yes. The band. Done like the Roger Dean logo. Not that big. The guy did the letters “Y” and “S” pretty well. It’s the letter “E” that gave him problems. Nowadays I almost totally forget I even have it. Tried to get it “fixed” in Houston once. Made the colors better. Was still fucked up. Then I decided to get a complete cover up and turn it into something else. Am still working on that idea. In the meantime, the tat fades and stays the way it is.

From Florida back to Texas. Then to California. From there a hop, and then another hop, and I was in Nevada. All this time driving a 1981 Olds Cutlass. I called it; The Golden Chariot.

Spent two weeks in Las Vegas. Rented an efficiency. It had a small kitchen. Stove. I wanted to be able to make instant coffee. So I went to a grocery store. Wondering around. First time there. I find a guy doing stock in one of the aisles. I ask him if he knew where I could find a little pot. He looked at me and said I should try looking on the Strip. I laughed and said no, that I wanted a little pot so I could boil water in it. He laughed also. Aisle Four. Weird, all these years that have gone by. It was only a couple of nights ago that I mentioned to my better half that we needed a little pot. I actually let the last one we had, burn up one fine day. Was boiling water back when I was doing treatment for Hep C. Don’t tell anyone. I just sat in the office and let it happen. Like I was playing chicken. Was thinking, one more minute and I’ll get up. The whistle could not be any louder. Let it go until that one second before it starts a fire. The smell wasn’t good neither. Our secret. Don’t tell my wife. I cleaned it up, which even involved a little black spray paint, and I never told anyone. Anyway, my honey started listing me a few people whom she knew were dealing grass. Always thinking of me. I love her so.

Back in 2009, I started doing Mary Jane (I always liked that nickname ) again after a prolonged period of not using it. As previously mentioned, I had found out in 2008 that I had hepatitis C. Started a combined treatment of:

01.) Pegasys 180 MCG / 0.5ml – Single shot/injection per week.
02.) Ribavirin 600MG – twice a day

…for 48 weeks. Pretty much the whole year of 2009. Side effects were horrible. A little more than halfway through, my wife suggested smoking weed to me. Doing the treatment I was very sick. Losing weight. And one day I said; OK. I believe pot helped me finish treatment. Made it all so much more tolerable.

In May of this year, my right leg pretty much gave in on me while I was climbing down a flight of metal stairs. Discovered while doing tests, an MRI to be more specific. A herniated disc near my tailbone. Bonus prize. A torn hip muscle. Right side. I already was being treated for arthritis in my lower back. Hello Hydrocodone.

A couple of weeks ago I went home early from a part-time job I got. Stomach pains. Was in a hospital a few hours later. Throwing up. Wicked diarrhea. At the same time. At one point I ran into a bathroom and didn’t know what to do first, throw up or shit. I sat on the toilet and threw up in a vomit bag. My cat scan showed something. Was in horrible pain. On a scale of one to ten, this was off the chart. I swear it hurt more than when my appendix came out in 2009. That totally sucked! I was of course dehydrated. Days later and the Doctor thinks it’s just something I caught. Like a virus. Took the pink stuff (I recommend cherry flavor and chilled). And no surprise, I smoked pot recuperating at home. Made me feel better. I started eating. Gave me energy. Slowly did chores around the house. If not for weed, I’m sure I would HAVE suffered way more than I did.

The treatment Saint Luke’s Hospital provided, worked as well. They were awesome by the way. I felt like my body was shutting down. A super gross ordeal to go through. I bathe daily. Believe I have established good hygiene habits. A nurse walked into the bathroom. Just opened the door. Wanted to know if I was okay. And there I was naked. Had an IV in my right hand. That damn pole beside me. While in bed, a fart turned into a liquid mess. Imagine the worse. I looked at the nurse and said; “Remember when you asked me if I could pass gas?” Seriously, how embarrassing is this to even say out loud to another human being? She was cool. Said I was in there because of massive throwing up, and diarrhea. Not surprised. She helped me. Made all the negative feelings I was going through because of the situation, disappear. God bless her.

I recently made plans to be a lab rat in an Opiate study. For a whole year. The most interesting part is I’m going to have to pee clean (no pot) for more than once during the study. Its intent is to provide 24-hour pain relief, with no harmful side effects; liver. Am sure to get at least one good pot journal from this experience, for sure. Coming attractions!

So, to answer the question, yes it does. You remember the question; is one more joint, one less Vicodin? Now going through this consistent pain due to the injuries I have, it would be easy to just sit back and pop one or two Hydrocodones a day. I’m walking with a limp. The pot is helping me cope. Take my mind off the soreness my body is going through. Helps me sit through movies like ‘Sucker Punch’. The United States Government just came out and said pot has no use, whatsoever. No mention of medical use. Yet here I am at the same time, and it’s providing me comfort that the pills can’t do, and with no nasty ass side effects. Not like the pills. Go figure. This will be an ongoing topic. More to come.

Onward through the fog….

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