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April 20th, 2011 was a day when a special community got together to celebrate one of Mother Nature’s beautiful creations, marijuana. Across the world many rolled and packed their finest chronic, torched it up and sat back and smiled.
From 12:00 pm to 12:00 am a line of eager medical patients, performers, and tokers formed in front of Stramler Park for the California 420Fest (Kush Cup). Out front hung a banner displaying the festival’s slogan “Get Medicated,” along with bold red signs stating that no weed be allowed in. These meaningless red letters failed to keep stashes from making their way past the repeated pat downs and constant questioning of law enforcement that were against the festival being held in the first place.
Inside vendors here and there could be found on the grass selling the usual glass, 420 apparel, and advertising local shops/reccomendation centers that could be found around the Central California area. As well as the friendly atmosphere of each booth, flowing through the air was the occasional puff of sweet smelling smoke, music, and 420 comedy. Performances included bands ranging from hip hop to reggae and ska as well as stand up by 420 comics. Each providing attendees a peaceful atmosphere where they could medicate. These performances exposed not only the creativity of these individual artistst but the passion they have as well for our beloved plant. After one too many technical difficulties the festival eventually perfected their sound quality and ended their night with a fabulous performance by one of Bob Marley’s sons, Kymani Marley.
Overall the show ended up being a success and was featured on the news across the state. Those who did not attend did not fail to hear what Bakersfield is all about. Although the show received great recognition in the 420 community, great success should allow room for improvement in the years to come for the CA 420Fest. Similar to many other 420 conventions/meetings/etc the problem of prohibition and often times law enforcement came into play. Many attendees, medicinal marijuana patients, caregivers, and collectives owners were approached and had herb confiscated and even thrown away from demanding and power hungry hired security and law enforcement. Some chose to argue and plead that if they were going to allow cigarette smoke to be present in the park, medicinal marijuana patients are then legally allowed to medicate wherever smoking (of any kind) may occur. Burning freely on April 20th, 2011 in Stramler Park without confrontation wasn’t an option. However, not smoking wasn’t either.
Bakersfield tried their best at their first ever CA 420Fest and they did nothing short of a great job. Providing food, entertainment, and nothing but good tidings, education, and of course medicinal marijuana. Central California did 4/20/2011 and stoners across the world proudly.
During the weekend of April 1st-3rd a line of stoners, hot chicks, medical patients, business associates, and entertainers of all ages stood outside the check in line of L.A.‘s Hemp Con. Smiles and anticipation spread across faces , only one tedious bag check stood in the way of them and one of L.A.’s greatest trade shows.
Inside show goers were greeted with rows of booths that carried stoner paraphernalia ranging from pipes to bongs, shirts to ash trays, and grinders to cannabis education. Handing out cards and flyers these booths catered to many of the needs of casual and medical smokers and glass/hemp/growing enthusiasts, providing a path for anyone who was interested in the community and cannabis culture. Over the course of the weekend the show was filled with educational seminars about growing, legal action, tinctures, edibles and 420 humor. However what sealed the deal was the concerts performed by Fishbone, Year of the Dragon and Ziggy Marley .Great music, food, buds, friends and good tidings made this show a very memorable experience for everyone.
On Saturday at the peak of Hemp Con’s festivities the most mind enticing, ecstasy building odor seeped in through the back door from the “official” medicating area. Posted in front of this door was a large white sign reading “NO SMOKING” in giant red letters; however just behind it the scene begged to differ. After a slight confrontation between a group of patients and power hungry security guards the unofficial medicating area was born. Flocking for the patio and turning the back door into what seemed like a revolving one, smokers joined together to spark up, share a bowl, and enjoy the beautiful sun that was seeping through Southern California’s cloud cover…or was it just our green haze?
Ranging from all ages and stemming from different interests, the crowd and its diversity filled the convention center. Everywhere you turned something new was happening and if there was a dull moment it was due to someone busy packing the next bowl or rolling the next blunt. Hemp Con not only brought out the stoners hiding in the different corners of California, this weekend brought a community together; a community of people that is not commonly grouped together on a daily basis. Through music, food, and peace of mind, Hemp Con and Mary Jane herself brought the diversity that California has to offer together to create a moment of peace, a moment of true happiness, and a moment of true success for the cannabis community.
Lets face it turning on the news these days can be less than calming to the nerves. You’ve got earthquakes, tsunamis, the threat of endless hostilities, and a debate over the US economy that makes The Cold War look like the 60’s peace movement. What’s a fella to do? While obviously cannabis is not the answer for everybody the Black Kush I recently purchased certainly tamed my stress and helped relieve any anxieties I have over mankind’s future if not before taxing my sanity.
It took a good eight pulls from my trusty whip to kick things into gear. The first signs of cannabis infiltration were a slight cough that never amounted to much more than that and a head that felt like it was wrapped up with a handkerchief just a tad too tightly. Remember Bugs Bunny cartoons when a character had a tooth ache? That’s what I am talking about. I also experienced a slight heart rate increase, nothing that would compare with staring down a rabid Deacon Jones, but none the less a bit uncomfortable for about 20 minutes.
Like I mentioned I have been at unease due to world and personal events and initially my mind decided to take me on a mental walkabout scarier than a single engine plane trip through the Andes in the middle of a once every 500 year fog event with the entire flight crew battling dysentery. Thoughts were manic and the topics profound including where I am in my life, how I got here, what worked, mistakes, and where in the name of Hades Heat was I going. It became a nightmarish conversation, a self imposed mental beat down that challenged my core values and faith in mankind. I believe I came out of it a better and more honest man within. I don’t know if my thoughts were influenced by the Black Kush or imbedded by my two talks in four days with Henry Hemp who tends to drift towards conversations dealing with fate, compassion, and confidence. I should say I listened to Henry, one does not say much when with Mr. Hemp. That’s ok the world needs talkers as well as listeners.
To the point, I was deluged with mental activity and not all of it positive but if you are honest with yourself and constantly remember you are on a drug you’ll pull through just like I did. If you are new to cannabis I suggest starting on something a little less thought provoking.
After my inner inquisition mental multitasking was transitioned into quite effortlessly as I easily juggled phone calls, writing notes, and thoughts without frustrations or aggravations. Even the nippy turd sized neighbor’s dog who wouldn’t stop whining did not suspend the flow of thought or pen. Trying to do anything physical was a different story. I felt like Stephen Hawkins, my mind was swift, clear, and capable but my body was just unwilling. If you are in need of physical relaxation while not wanting to shut down your brain immediately then Black Kush makes for a nice recommendation. After a couple of hours the body convinced the mind it was time for a snooze.
One can expect a whipful to last about 3 pressing and assume up to 8 pulls per pressing will do the trick. After about an hour and a half a steep decline in affects will take place. Black Kush offers a dull fresh cut grass smell as well as flavor and a low number of visual trichomes. I paid $50 for a ¼ of BK and for that price it really is hard to go wrong.