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Nate Norman was hanging out with his buddy Topher Clark when he
came up with The Idea. The two friends were sitting around Nates
house, a dumpy little place near the cemetery, and both of them
were extremely stoned. And yet The Idea had more legs than your
typical pot-inspired idea. It did not involve a second
Twinkie inside the first one. It did not involve
genetically modifying the bugs so their blood
would not be blood but windshield-wiper fluid. It
was, in fact, based on a practical application of global economic
theory. That, and cheap weed in Canada.
At the time, Nate was a nineteen-year-old high school dropout
who worked at a Pizza Hut in Coeur DAlene a gorgeous but dull
resort town in Idaho and sold the occasional dime bag on the
side. Chubby and baby-faced, Nate had never been the type to come
up with a million-dollar brainstorm. He was one of those guys
everybody used to pick on, says his friend Scuzz Ben Scozzaro,
a year ahead of Nate at Coeur DAlene High. He looks like the
Keebler Elf. Thats what we used to call him, actually. Nor was
Nate much of a scholar. His girlfriend Buffy once received a letter
in which Nate spelled pot with an extra t. He cant spell
marijuana, either, she adds.
Always ready with an eager grin, Nate developed a puppy-dog need
for approval and perpetually holding proved a quick way to earn
the love, or at least tolerance, of his peers. Topher, nine years
his senior, initially met Nate as a customer. An avid outdoorsman
who hunted deer and elk for meat, Topher didnt have much in common
with Nate but found him goofy yet likable, a fat, funny kid with
a big heart.
Nate had been getting his stash from a dealer in Spokane,
Washington. But he had heard about how easy it was to cross the
Canadian border only an hour north of Coeur DAlene and bring
back the popular, extremely potent marijuana growing in abundance
in British Columbia and known, generically, as B.C. Bud. Rumor
had it that the town of Nelson had become a sort of hippie
Shangri-La, a place where if it took you more than ten minutes to
find someone to sell you a dime bag, there was a good chance you
were already high.
Kid Cannabis : Rolling Stone – Great article | DanHeinz.com
Nate Norman was hanging out with his buddy Topher Clark when he
came up with The Idea. The two friends were sitting around Nates
house, a dumpy little place near the cemetery, and both of them
were extremely stoned. And yet The Idea had more legs than your
typical pot-inspired idea. It did not involve a second
Twinkie inside the first one. It did not involve
genetically modifying the bugs so their blood
would not be blood but windshield-wiper fluid. It
was, in fact, based on a practical application of global economic
theory. That, and cheap weed in Canada.
At the time, Nate was a nineteen-year-old high school dropout
who worked at a Pizza Hut in Coeur DAlene a gorgeous but dull
resort town in Idaho and sold the occasional dime bag on the
side. Chubby and baby-faced, Nate had never been the type to come
up with a million-dollar brainstorm. He was one of those guys
everybody used to pick on, says his friend Scuzz Ben Scozzaro,
a year ahead of Nate at Coeur DAlene High. He looks like the
Keebler Elf. Thats what we used to call him, actually. Nor was
Nate much of a scholar. His girlfriend Buffy once received a letter
in which Nate spelled pot with an extra t. He cant spell
marijuana, either, she adds.
Always ready with an eager grin, Nate developed a puppy-dog need
for approval and perpetually holding proved a quick way to earn
the love, or at least tolerance, of his peers. Topher, nine years
his senior, initially met Nate as a customer. An avid outdoorsman
who hunted deer and elk for meat, Topher didnt have much in common
with Nate but found him goofy yet likable, a fat, funny kid with
a big heart.
Nate had been getting his stash from a dealer in Spokane,
Washington. But he had heard about how easy it was to cross the
Canadian border only an hour north of Coeur DAlene and bring
back the popular, extremely potent marijuana growing in abundance
in British Columbia and known, generically, as B.C. Bud. Rumor
had it that the town of Nelson had become a sort of hippie
Shangri-La, a place where if it took you more than ten minutes to
find someone to sell you a dime bag, there was a good chance you
were already high.
Kid Cannabis : Rolling Stone – Great article | DanHeinz.com
