Way back in 1990 I spent a few years as a crunchie (see Urban Dictionary for a proper definition). As a punk, it pained me to hang out with the great unwashed, Birkenstock crowd. But they had hash—HASH and It’s like smoking butter. Besides smoking hash, I began to attend meetings for various crunchie groups. […]

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