August 4, 2006

Hash Under Glass

Posted by Yabu at 12:37 AM

We use to take a big ass chunk of Red Lebanese Hash…put it on a pin…fire it up…cap it with a glass…and suck up the smoke.

Kind of reminds me of the Middle East today.

If it were I, I’d smoke it all…if you know what I mean.

I’m just sayin’

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8 Comments

  1. El Capitan
    Posted August 4, 2006 at 12:51 pm | Permalink

    Never had big-ass chunks of the stuff. Usually the best we could do were little crumbly bits, which were more than likely pipe-scrapings instead of the advertised “Moroccan Black”. Houston was never a big hash town.
    No pins or glass, we used a palette knife heated over a Bunsen burner.

  2. erica
    Posted August 5, 2006 at 8:07 am | Permalink

    Hey man, sometimes it *is* nice to share the love.
    And sometimes it’s be nice to turn the Middle East into an underground parking garage.

  3. Libby
    Posted August 5, 2006 at 12:22 pm | Permalink

    Funny I was just thinking about that hash the other day. We used to do that trick with the glass too….

  4. Lisa W.
    Posted August 5, 2006 at 12:36 pm | Permalink

    Back in the day, the big thing around here was “hot knives” with hash. So I heard…;)

  5. Velociman
    Posted August 5, 2006 at 7:11 pm | Permalink

    Blond Lebanese hash under glass. THAT brought back some memories. I guess the seventies weren’t so bad after all.

  6. Libby
    Posted August 6, 2006 at 1:56 pm | Permalink

    Anybody else remember the really flat black Moroccan? Legend had it, it was smuggled in, sewn into sandals….

  7. holder
    Posted August 9, 2006 at 5:45 pm | Permalink

    I think I smoked hash once, we used a toilet paper roll and some aluminum foil, musta been pretty good cuz I don’t remember how it felt.
    Memories, all alone in the moonlight….

  8. Linda
    Posted August 11, 2006 at 12:14 am | Permalink

    Yep, a friend was in the service in Turkey, brought back a bunch of black hash in ceramic candlesticks he mailed back home to his family…… turned out to be quite the hiding place. Couldn’t help but think about that movie that took place in Turkey with the American who was smuggling drugs… and got thrown in prison, became the warden’s girlfriend, and finally escaped – yikes! Too scary for me.