From: "Gizmo" Subject: The Adventures Of Smacks Past - The Flaming Knives Part 4 of 4 (Watch Your Fingers) Date: Sunday, November 10, 2002 1:59 PM The Flaming Knives Part 4 of 4 (Watch your fingers) Copyright Gizmo 2002 Life went back to the usual insane frenetic pace after the gun thing. Good thing too. Cause things were not looking to great for me and my girlfriend. But there were was still some months of fun ahead. THE FLAMING KNIVES. Ahhh, right. Well on a typical Saturday night we would usually invite a couple of dozen of our friends over for an evening of fun. Since there was always a boatload of pot around we were pretty liberal with it. After all who needed to count costs when we were getting 40, 50 or more pounds of the stuff every week? Like all dopers we were always looking for better ways to ingest the evil weed. And we usually found them. Bongs, water pipes, huge Jamaican spliffs were pretty common place if you had enough pot. But one of our friends had a truly unique method of ingesting marijuana. He called it the flaming knives. Actually there were a few variations. But the main one was to find a nice size Columbian or Jamaican bud, three inches in size. That done, you would go over to the stove and light the gas jet. Next you would take out two ordinary stainless steel butter knives, preferably with a wooden handle so you wouldn't burn yourself. (WATCH YOUR FINGERS, MAN!) Turning up the flame full blast you would take one of the knives and heat it until it was glowing red. Once it was incandescent you would take your three inch bud and deftly place it on the other butter knife that was unheated. Next, four or five of us would gather around real close and in one smooth Samurai like motion we would quickly remove the red hot butter knife from the fire and bring it down onto the bud that was sitting on the unheated knife. It would ignite, instantly catching fire and sending huge thick plumes of smoke all around it. If the bud had any seeds in it they would pop and fly all over the place. Sometimes they hit you in the face or landed on your hair. More than once we had to douse a drape or towel that got hit with this shrapnel. I had more than enough shirts with tiny holes burned into them due to this activity. Quickly, everyone would breathe in as much as they could. Usually all you could do is one huge hit. The smoke would swirl all around the kitchen and out into the hallway. At least one of our friends said he was pretty sure that he saw lots of dead birds up near the chimney and on the roof. I never verified this. But there was no doubt that the smoke would spill out of every open window and through the fireplace on it's way up to the heavens. In fact if we could we would try to remember to shut any open windows when we did this shit. The 'flaming knives' would be repeated a number of times by the time we were all done. A few ounces later there were some very stoned people in our house. Bless that old neighborhood. Cause I can only remember one time when the cops were called because we were making too much noise. Ahhh, those constitutional rights again? Even if cops were called to your door and even if they happened to scope the scene that there were a lot of pretty stoned looking people there, they would restrict themselves to the nature of the call. To wit, "we got a complaint from one of your neighbors that you're making too much noise." Contrast that with the scene today. Today you might end up with a swat team ready to ram your door in. It was 'quiet storm' compared to the drug mania that would sweep through America over the next 30 years. Concluded in the revision of THE ADVENTURES OF SMACKS PAST (PART 19r) THROUGH THE EYES OF CHILD