Pot, Quad, Perot, and the like

Mind you, if the inside angle works out and killer seats are in the offing,
I'd go.  It does smell of another set of gigs on the West Coast, where other
multitudinous rabid fans do reside...

I think Perot should intro the band.  It's be a good mix....

Drug experience:  Clip or cut if necessary:

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First time I got high on pot, and about the last time I smoked it, 
my arms moved a million miles from my body, and the car I was driving slowed
down to about 3 miles an hour; seemed like a thousand.  I got lost driving 
my friend home.  Lots of followers, etc...  a vacant feeling in my body...
the spinning of the steering wheel was extremely disturbing (I was later to
learn that I had hypoglycemia, amplified by the sugar-devouring effects of
THC on the blood - hence munchies - and the spinning wheel disturbing the 
patient is a classic symptom).  No, it was not laced with anything -
Took about a year to shake that unpleasant experience off. I'd get pot
flashbacks driving down the road.  Just like the first high.  No pot, but
exactly the same experience.

I tried it one time three years later and once four years after that.  

Time #2 (1980 - time #1 was 1977) the radio was repeating itself and going 
backwards - uncontrollable drug rushes and aural hallucinations. Took about 
a day to shake it off.

Lovely.  

Time #3 (1984) was stacked onto a nice haze of alcohol and some unnamed
powdered nasal inhalant, but even there pot was a harsh cut in to an 
otherwise very nice buzz.  

I did get a mild contact high in Nov. 1994: 
"Goddammit, will you guys get that goddam pot out of the goddam garage!
Jeezus, it's like a green cloud in here!"

A harsh drug to me. I don't get it.  Mind you, I love drugs as much as 
the next person, but in recent memory I haven't done worse that Portland 
Microbrews and/or  Wild Turkey 101 and Coca Cola on the rocks.  Why, I 
even passed my mandatory drug test before hiring here. Look, ma! No Golden
Seal!

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Back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Oh, one more thing:  Make it two:  Me not thinking it's gonna be 
awsome is not sour grapes.  Someone else thinking it's gonna be great
doesn't make them unreasonably naive and optimistic.
Me defending Fang doesn't make me a kiss ass.
Someone else criticizing him doesn't make them any better or worse than
when they walked in the room.  I can probaby carry on a civil conversation
with about anyone in this exalted listserver.

Ease up on the swing-swonging, folks!  Shall I bring out the rubber hammer
and tap thy knees? Sheez, that damned pendulum is about to cut my head off!