Reminiscences. Share 'em if ya got 'em.

[MiHale]

1. I got caught...my stash was found...

I was a teenager probably a junior in high school, about 1968. My Dad had a talk with me about ‘grass’ and its ‘evils’. He played the clarinet and loved to go to jazz clubs, he was familiar with cannabis.

We got talking about jazz, the people in the clubs, what happened in there, got around to talking about usage in the club. After a bunch of meaningless drivel I asked him what they kept their ’grass’ in before baggies.
He told me paper bags, envelopes and the like, said it was bad cause some would always spill out into their pockets, but it was okay cause it was like a hidden stash. You just turned the pocket liner inside out and used the stuff you shook out.

A light suddenly brightened in my head…That’s where we got the term ‘shake’…the last little bit left.
That was the only conversation we had on cannabis. I got my stash back…and found a better place to keep it.