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"I was young once,like you boys..I stood tall to the wind,and faced a great future,a college degree and a bright horizon for me and mine.Then I met Baby."
The old man turned to me and said,"Baby was my wife."He looked down at the floor before he continued,perhaps gathering his thoughts,or maybe his memories.
"She was so beautiful she literally stopped traffic on the street.She took my breath away when I first saw her at a party before we went home for the summer from college for the last time.I don't think either of us doubted that we were meant for each other.The courtship and marriage were all a blur,they seemed to go by so fast.Lifes like that sometimes.It just seems to whizz by and all of a sudden your old."
"Our marriage was perfect.I was established in my field and wrote several books.All well received,and the money was good.We had very good years together."
He reached for his glass and took a sip before he continued.
"Fourteen years ago she got up and said she was feeling a little under the weather.I didn't think that it was too important.Ya know,everyone gets sick,you don't think about it.She went to the doctor and he ran some tests.When she got home,I could tell by the look on her face that something was wrong.
"Whats wrong honey?What did the doctor say?"
"I've got cancer.I'm going to have to start chemo tommorow."
"I just sat for a minute as my pulse raced and the dread set in.You can't imagine,and I hope you never find out, what that feels like."
"She went to chemo the next day.I still don't know for sure if I've ever seen a person that sick before.She vomited for almost seven hours.For the last three,I held her head and tried to comfort her,but of course nothing worked.She finally fell asleep as the sun came up the next morning."
"I called the doctor the next day, frantic for a solution to this terrible affliction my Baby had."
"Theres really not much we can do now,"he said,Without the chemo,she just goes quicker."
"Two times every week for the next six weeks,we went to this place that was killing my wife.I was frantic.She lost so much weight,I feared for her life simply from that."

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dedbr

" Finally the answer to my prayers came.His name was Todd,and he was the tool man who came to repair our stuff here around the house.Baby looked like a camp survivor.No hair,sunken eyes.The pain killers that they gave her took away the life as sure as the cancer did.I think she was ready to die if I would let her.I was too stubborn,though.I loved her so much that I would do anything to save her;even break the law."
"Todd saw her one day and asked if he could do anything to help.What can you do,"I asked?
"The chemo is making her sick,isn't it?"he said.
"Yes,and we've tried everything to make it stop,"I said.
"Have you tried the herb?"
The herb?What did he mean?
"What do you mean?
"You know,Marijuana."
Oh."But thats illegal,"I said.
"What difference does that make if it makes her feel better?"he replied.
Yes.What difference indeed?
" A deal was struck and Todd set off to find the sack for me.I could hardly wait until he returned about an hour later."
"It was hard,but I finally convinced Baby to try some before her next session.She never smoked,but we concocted a batch of brownies and she ate two before the test the next day.She even smiled as she ate the second one,probably ,I thought ,just to cheer me up."
"When we came out,she asked me to give her another brownie.I just stopped for a second before she said,"Hurry up,you old fart before I start throwing up."
"The drive home was the best I've ever had.We talked again,We laughed at silly stuff,but most of all,I had Baby back.The old baby.Not the one who was on her death bed,but my wife,my lover, my friend.The herb allowed her to be happy those last few months.Even though we knew what was going to happen,we still could be together till the end.And before she died,she made me swear that I would do everything in my power to provide this herb to anyone who needed it.No money,free of charge."
"I lost my Baby one morning,just as the sun was coming up and the bay lights up,and your happy.She was happy boys.The biggest smile on her face,and tears running down my cheeks as I watched her last breath leave her."
"So thats the story of the Bluebud,and my quest for compassionate relief for anyone who needs it.I guess you could say that I'm kinda blue,too.Baby was a great person.I'm glad that I was able to see her smile her last days away."
I just sat their for a second.I didn't know whether I should say anything or not.I don't think anyone else did either.

DoritosMan

I bet when you become a grandpa, you gonna have lots of cool stories to tell your grand children, like those Kodak moments kinda of deal, you sitting in a rocking chair with bunch of little kids around you

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I pity the fool that dont use the search engine!

dedbr

"I felt her loss so deeply I can't speak the words that come close to my feelings.My grief sent me into a blue funk,as it were,not able to communicate to the people still left in my life who cared for me.The loss of Baby was simply too much."
"Of course,even the greatest of grief lessons with time.My first therapy were those elaborate toys we saw in the game room.But even that could not appease the grief I felt.Suicide came to mind as a way to be with my Baby.I attempted to complete the act,but my god was waiting for me,and I came across the last of the weed in a glass jar where she had put it as she lay dying.I will get stoned and then complete the act.This is my end."
"I fired up a big bowl and sat back to wait for the buzz my Baby had gotten to control her death throes.I began with a tingling in my feet and legs.Before I could stop it,a wave of euphoria swept me.Perhaps things weren't as bad as I thought.I still had my charge to complete.Certainly there were people I could help get some relief in their last days.And most of all,I needed relief from mine as well."
"I threw myself into my labor of love.I began finding people at the hospital that needed my services,and I provided them.I can't tell you how many people called me in the middle of the night in tears,telling me that they thought their lives were over and asking me what they could do for me.I always answered the same-have some fun and help others who need it."
"Thats all we really need in this life.Have some fun, and compassion for our fellows while we do it.This herb is about love;it really is that simple.I beleive that God put this weed here to let us love each other and realize that we are all in this together,and thought to give a few last days of pleasure to a few people who would die a miserable death without it,choking on the chemicals man has said would help us."
"I don't care about the legal side of it.Man has no business trying to regulate something as great as the herb.Gifts of love from God are not the business of a simple mortal."
"Today I provide over three hundred people with the releif of the herb.Free of charge of course.Baby said that you can't put a price on this love and she is right.I do ask for payment,though,something so easy to do but worth so much.All recipients of my help must pass it on to others.It's really simple but it does so much good."
He took another sip of the glass of blue and sat back.What else needed to be said?Nothing.I would never look at herb the same way again.Yes,what a great thing to devote your life to,helping others get releif and happiness in their last days.A person could do no greater thing.
"So Dedbr,what do you think of my "job"of self appointed herb man?"
I sat for a second,not knowing what to say.What could I say?
"I guess that it's hard to take in all at once.C'mon,lets go raid the kitchen.I'm hungry."With that we went back thru the garden and into the house to the kitchen.Carl had layed out a small meal of things especially suited to the munchies.I guess he had done this before.We sat and ate and I tried to think thru what I had heard and seen.
Grandpa had taken the herb and made a lifes calling out of helping others.No profit,in fact it cost him monetary, but brought him so much happiness knowing that he helped others like he did.And he did help others.How could the relief he brought to so many people ever be against the law?I had a lot to think about tonight.
We got ready to go and Grandpa gave us a small sack for the road.I was still pretty stoned even though I had eaten,but I took it because it came with a request.As Grandpa handed me the sack he said,"Help others,Dedbr,have fun and help others.That is the price you pay for this sack of love."
The door shut behind us as we stepped to the car,getting in and slowly wheeling out the driveway.My life changed that night.I was never the same again.We saw Grandpa several times after that.Wheeling around town on his Harley or all the times we went back over to see him and make sure that he wasn't missing Baby too much.
A few years later we went to see the old man and he was sitting in a chair with a blanket around him and the dragon bowl beside him.He looked a little older but still smiled when he saw us.
"I'm going to be leaving you boys.You know what I mean,right?It happens to all of us eventually.Lets smoke a bowl and talk about the good old days."
That was the last time we saw him.He died a few days later.Grandpa gave me something I'll carry with me for the rest of my life.I now know that having fun and being happy are all that matter.At least to me.


What a ride'
We've just taken,
It sure was fun,
If I'm not mistaken.


Too bad we have come,
To the very end.
And if you wonder,
What next I'll send,
You'll have to wait,
To see around the bend.

I'm having fun,
With these little dittys',
I hope you are too,
You little kiddies.

Cause fun is what,
This is all about,
having a real good time,
While we have our brains out.

The curtain falls,
One more time,
We all sit back,
With a big sigh,
Dedbr made it again,
My oh my.

Psycho Donkey

Another great story. Just like the Moo story but better! These stories should be documented and saved in some special forum .

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Smokin'Jayz

At first I didn't like the beginning of this story as much as the Moo one, as it seemed like it was going no where... But all of a sudden it just got so deep, and full of emotion.

Excellent job man, don't stop, not now

stavia hippie

very nice story.........

Ryski

I was touched by this story. Definately the best one yet.

Ryski

RIP JMorrison

dedbr, you have influenced me with this story more than anything I've seen or read. (I think)

Now, I am not going to be as greedy as I am now. (Even though I'm the least greedy person I know).

And now I am just going to have FUN!

Time to grow some blue bud!

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9-11-01