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Quick Hits (page 5)


Rave New Narcs

By: Wired news

Jason Corona lives in California's Mojave Desert, a teenage wasteland if ever there was one. It's a two-hour drive to the nearest rave, which in earlier years might have presented a problem when it came to finding out where the best DJs are spinning records on the hottest dance floors.

These days, the Internet makes finding those raves easy. Corona scans message boards and websites for local clubs, looking for party information so he and his friends don't waste a precious Saturday night driving around.

But rave enthusiasts aren't the only ones with peering eyes. Law enforcement agencies have distributed an updated version of Reefer Madness, the 1936 cult movie about the dangers of marijuana. The new film introduces police agencies to the DOJ's version of raves. Several clubs have been busted over the past two years as a result of the Department of Justice's tactic of raiding raves as part of its war on drugs.

On top of that, a new report suggests the DOJ is actively working on an Internet strategy to target the Web as a source for infiltrating raves, as part of its crackdown on ecstasy, LSD and GHB, commonly called "club drugs."

That has set off alarm bells at the American Civil Liberties Union.

"Much of what the government seems interested in is protected by the First Amendment," said ACLU lawyer Graham Boyd, who is in charge of tracking the government as it begins a crackdown on the electronica dance scene.

"Where a party is, information about the effects of ecstasy, information on harm, and measures to protect yourself if you are taken; that is all legal. It's just speech. One thing that is fundamentally American is that we don't attack the music, we attack the drugs."

Much of the concern centers on a report by the National Drug Intelligence Center (NDIC), an arm of the DOJ, that said "the openness of the Internet, its global reach and its ease of access" allows drug users to push their products on unsuspecting young people. With over 85 percent of American teenagers using the Web on a regular basis, the government sees the news groups and message boards that house rave discussions as a source for the latest information on drugs.

Since ISPs are largely insulated from revealing user information and host computers can be masked, the study recommends monitoring and tracking websites that post information about drugs.

The NDIC said five types of people should be targeted, including previous drug offenders, legalization advocates, anarchists and people promoting "an expanded freedom of expression" that pushes the boundaries of the First Amendment.

The NDIC can't dictate policy, but its recommendations are considered by the Justice Department. Representatives from the DOJ did not return several phone calls over three weeks regarding this matter.

While an active law enforcement stance hasn't been developed yet, there is little argument that the rave and electronica scene have become targets. Last year, several promoters around the country were prosecuted under the "crack house" law meant to punish landlords who let rental properties become rife with drug lords.

The most ominous case revolved around three New Orleans, Louisiana, rave promoters who were brought up on charges after Drug Enforcement Administration agents raided a party looking for evidence of drug use -- evidence that included paraphernalia such as glow sticks and bottled water. The three, Rob Brunet, Brian Brunet and James Estopinal, were ready to plead guilty until the ACLU got involved.

The trio was acquitted, but a chilling effect has come to the rave scene. Several cities have already passed bills outlawing the dances.

With the specter of Internet raids on the horizon, Boyd said it's more important than ever to protect the rights of individuals. Instructions for making drugs or soliciting sales is most likely illegal, Boyd said, but that doesn't give the government carte blanche when it comes to regulating the Internet.

The threat of a crackdown could cause sites with legitimate information on the effects of club drugs to shut down, Boyd said. That threat is very real for one woman who became a website moderator after her son overdosed on drugs in 1996. She asked to have her name withheld because she doesn't want to bring government scrutiny to her site.

She found the message board while looking for information on raves, trying to find out what her son did. She was skeptical at first, figuring most of the people wanted to get high and dance. Instead, she found an eclectic group whose age range spans several decades.

"I found a community of interesting, intelligent, committed, normal young people with great love for music and dancing," she said. "A small minority of them had worrisome drug-abuse issues, but most of them seemed to have their heads on far straighter than many of my age-mates had during the '60s or '70s."

She is concerned the government will come calling, leaving the 1,200 message board members without a place to talk. Eliminating the social scene would ultimately leave kids without anyone to help guide them.

"Some representatives of the government would love to shut down sites and lists like ours," she said. "The government has the right to target drug use, but that means arresting drug dealers and people who possess drugs. Shutting down raves doesn't stop, or even slow down, drug use. Shutdowns just make the events more dangerous."

The ravers themselves have also banded together to form the Electronic Music Education and Defense Fund, an organization that raises money for people who have been charged with crimes for hosting raves.


Growin' Our Own (page 5)


Black Johnny of Stinson Beach & "The One" Hash Oil

By: Panama Red

The OneBlack Johnny lived in the 150 year old retired sea captain's mansion at Stinson Beach. At the 4 way stop his home used to be on the bend at the right as you go north on Highway 1. He sold every kind of grass and hash that you could imagine. He claimed to have two white wives who I saw every time I visited him. When this historical mansion burned down, the San Francisco Chronicle printed an article about Johnny, the sea captain, and Johnny's estimated 10,000 vinyl records that were burned up in the fire. On one visit to see Johnny he showed me how to smoke "The One" black hash oil. This was back in 1971 and I'd never seen or heard of hash oil. He had a clear glass pipe set up next to a propane torch. He pulled out a small clear glass vial with a black plastic screw top. When he unscrewed the cap I noticed it had a metal wire or spatula attached which had hash oil all over it. He wiped a BB of the hash oil off the wire into his clear glass pipe and fired up the propane torch. Suddenly the flame ignited the hash oil right through the glass pipe and the hash smoke curled up and vaporized out of the pipe. He took a hit and I followed his lead. It was one hit hash oil. That's why they called it "The One." He handed me a small white paper with a yen and yang symbol and "The One" story printed on it.It was authored by "The Cosmic Traveler." I was impressed as in my underground drug experiences I'd never seen hash oil, and I'd never seen anything this formal with instructions and two free glass pipes. Hash with instructions. How professional, I thought.

The One

Johnny lived there for years and I made many visits up to Johnny's. He was a guy who was honest and wouldn't rip you off. I remember his two German shepherds, Genghis and Khan. They were the biggest ones I'd ever seen. They looked like killers, but they liked me. Johnny's wives picked up fallen eucalyptus buttons from around the mansion grounds and made all natural flea and tick collars out of the buttons. There was something like a menthol smell that drove the predatory blood suckers away. Johnny had his wives make some of these natural flea collars for my dogs and it really worked. I always learned something new and I had a lot of fun up at Johnny's.

One time I took 20 nice Mexican reg bricks all wrapped in red paper to Johnny and sold them for $175 each. I made $55 per brick and bought some vials of "The One" and a couple of exotic pounds from him. I still had a grand of cash left over to apply to some red hash. The money I made by delivering and fronting the 20 bricks to Stinson Beach Johnny was what I usually made on a load of 100 bricks when I wholesaled them in my part of the state. He was happy and I was happy. This is what business is all about. Actually I left them with Johnny for about 3 hours and went over to my other friend's beach house, where I had met the Panama Red smuggler. While I was gone Johnny offed my 20 bricks with one phone call. We were in the dry season and these were high grade bricks. Johnny told me he made $50 a brick or $1,000 in a hour or two while just staying at home getting stoned. This was just his normal lifestyle. I was happy for him because that's how this business works.

Remember: There has to be enough profit for everybody otherwise you can't make a deal happen. You can't lose money and stay in business. Ripoffs happen and that's enough of a loss without trying to take the last dime on a deal. Buy right and sell right. Don't be a hog. Never forget in the business there is a big difference between a dealer and a "pusher." A dealer is a righteous person who is more connected to his crew and sources than you are and tries to get you the best quality and price. A pusher is an evil person who wants to get you hooked on hard drugs so he can keep you buying from him or her. A pusher wants your wad of cash to be HIS toilet paper roll, and he doesn't care about you, or the product at all. Money, money, money, and your inability to stop using is all a pusher cares about.

I had a fun trip and scored a half pound of Lebanese Red hash at the beach house and went back to Johnny's to pick up my cash. I got stoned on samples at two places. I had my pounds, Lebanese Red hash, and some small vials of "The One" (and my two free glass pipes that came with each vial). I was loaded with some really good shit. It was a windy, foggy drive in the dark as I headed along the serpentine Highway 1. I was a very careful driver along the 1,000 foot steep sea cliffs, as the never ending fog blew around my car like thick smoke and I was stoned to my satisfaction.

If you know the Cosmic Traveler who is in "The One" instructions, let me know who this early pioneer was or put him in touch with me. 31 years ago he was definitely ahead of his time and a man with class for coming up with "The One," two free pipes and instructions to boot.


Pipeline (page 5)


911 Attack Dries up Mexican Cannabis

By: Eura Budd

Mexican budsIn California the Mexican cannabis has dried up. Two regular sources for Mexican grass have been asking for Mexican smoke themselves. The only stuff available is pressed really hard from being concealed in whatever secret compartment or nail it traveled in across the border. Prices used to range from $300 to $700 a pound for Mexican cannabis. Now Mexican grass is unavailable for any price. The regular sources and warehouses are all sold out.

One old time smuggler said: "There's no more big loads. 600 to 800 pound plane loads are out of the question now. Some guys still might be doing it, but I haven't heard of any. It's all 15 to 20 pounds in a car or truck for a border run. It's pressed so hard to fit in a small space, that the seeds are crushed. I don't want to mess with grass when it's that bad. The short drive across the border with a small quantity is too much risk. The locals who cross the border everyday will take the chance, but I won't. The dogs were always a risk at the border land crossings. The last bricks we brought in were all 3 pounds, and covered in cellophane, Vaseline, paper, cellophane, Vaseline, more cellophane, and tape. Some of the colas were 10 inches long. We won't try it today. Definitely 9/11 has had a drastic effect on getting grass across the Mexican border to California. I'm out. Do you have any left?" In late August this guy had 120 pounds of Mexican grass left.

In December we saw five varieties of Mexican grass here in Cali. The range was old, dry, faded, to green, to fresh dark green, to a nice brown variety. Ounces went from $25 to $60 Nobody thought 9/11 had any effect on the smugglers and sources due to all this available grass. Then about the first week of January 2002 everything dried up and certain people were complaining about the tight security along the Mexican border.

Another guy, a young Mexican gang member, said he was getting nice pounds for $300. Now he can't get any Mexican grass. "You know, that border is too tight to nail in any loads. I could sell quarters for $200 if I had 'em."

My relative lives near Vancouver, B.C. in Canada. He has a bus run of tourists into the United States. He was coming across the border on 9/11. I talked to him a few weeks later and asked if the U.S. border was ever shut down on 9/11. He said: "No way. I was in line on September 11th and it was about a 3 hour longer wait to get across. The U.S. Customs checked out every part of my bus. They took out the air conditioning vents, unscrewed panels, went through everybody's luggage, used mirrors, and checked out everything. There was no problem and they let us cross. The Customs Officials told me they didn't think they would find anything and that they were mostly looking for drugs."

With the loss of Mexican sources, smokers are turning to Cali homegrown which is readily available if you want to pay the prices. Good Sensi skunk sells for $25 an 8th. Really zonker exotic name brands are going for $50 to $60 an 8th. If you're the patient type, clones are available for about $10 each. In 8 to 12 weeks you will have some big buds in your life.


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