THE GANJA BUTTER TALE

THE GANJA BUTTER TALE

A Poem by jeannemarie coulter


THE GANJA BUTTER TALE


a funny tale...

when i was young,

you know back in the day,

(no comments about dinosaurs walking the earth)

when a lid cost $10 bucks and filled a sandwich bag,

i never got stoned...

i have a high natural tolerance for most drugs...

a common thing for redheaded people statiscally,

thus i did not consider the herb as a relief

from the appetite and other eating problems tied to HIV/AIDS...

an artist friend gifted me with a cottage cheese carton of his private ganja butter,

telling me to try some in my food next time my appetite was bad...

then he went off to the " mountain air concert"

held in angels camp during the bullfrog jumping contest celebration...

the next day i was really having a bad time facing food,

so i made a cup of potato broccoli cheddar soup

and stirred in a teaspoon of the butter...

i ate the soup and shortly after started to feel a bit strange

so i laid down on the couch...

promptly went to sleep and slept for 6 hours...

6 hours,

i must add,

of the most wonderful erotic dreams i have ever had...

when i waked up i felt wonderful

and was hungry enough to eat a nice meal...

so, technically,

the butter worked...

when my friend returned from the festival

he asked me if the butter had helped and i told him yes,

but,

as i was only given about 5 years to live

when i was diagnosed HIV+,  

i just did not have the time to waste 6 hours a day in sleep...

he looked at me so oddly

and, then started laughing with great joy

he asked how much i used...

i told him about a nice rounded tsp

  he started to laugh uproariously, again...

saying,

jc, this is ganja butter made from mendocino/humbolt's finest herb...

a dollup about the size of your little fingernail would be plenty...

thus, i have now been stoned,

very stoned,

much to the delight

of many of my nephews and nieces,

and i learned a fine lesson, as well...

what we had in the 60's,

and called good,

would be...

"common ditch weed"

compared to the product

our happy "pot farmers" produce now...

laughing out loud

from mendocino county,

forever,

aren't you...

© 2015 jeannemarie coulter


Author's Note

jeannemarie coulter
for the reader...i have been surviving HIV/AIDS for 32 years...i was born with von willibrands disease a form of hemophilia...because blood was not tested until 1986 and my daughter was born in 82, i was infected by blood product used to make my blood coagulate when my daughter was born...i use the "herb" to aid my digestion and appetite problems caused by the disease and the meds...
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dan
A wonderful story. I won't elaborate on how I use the herb medicinally, but it works wonders during my manic episodes. And not to be a nitpicker (but I am, so why not?) but isn't the word spelled Ganja? I'm sorry to question your spelling after such a quaint tale, and just let me extend my hope that 32 more years go by before any bad feeling is registered. take care...dan

Posted 8 Years Ago


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jeannemarie coulter

8 Years Ago

thank you for catching my error...maybe i should just stick with cannabutter...lol...will edit and c.. read more



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I did enjoy this tale.
"common ditch weed"
compared to the product
our happy "pot farmers" produce now..."
I like the places and thoughts shared in the excellent poetry dear Poet.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


haha, lovely... a complete body stone that brought such delight and an increase in appetite... you are a natural storyteller, Jeannemarie.,..

Posted 8 Years Ago


jeannemarie coulter

8 Years Ago

my nieces and nephews really got a kick out of this...their "crazy aunt jc got stoned"...lol
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8 Years Ago

yes, I imagine they would have lol
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dan
A wonderful story. I won't elaborate on how I use the herb medicinally, but it works wonders during my manic episodes. And not to be a nitpicker (but I am, so why not?) but isn't the word spelled Ganja? I'm sorry to question your spelling after such a quaint tale, and just let me extend my hope that 32 more years go by before any bad feeling is registered. take care...dan

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jeannemarie coulter

8 Years Ago

thank you for catching my error...maybe i should just stick with cannabutter...lol...will edit and c.. read more
it just makes me cough,and badly ,so I never really used much.
but I loved your story,and you should write them all down..
and tell old raj, I have seen that ,on the antique station we have here lol

Posted 8 Years Ago


Jeannemarie, there was a television program that I used to watch as a youth in the northeast called the "Naked City". They said before each episode something like this: There are a million stories in the Naked City, This has been one of them. Well, Jeannemarie has a myriad of stories to tell. This has been one of them!

Posted 8 Years Ago


jeannemarie coulter

8 Years Ago

the children of my generation tell me i am the story teller of the family and want me to get them al.. read more
jeannemarie coulter

8 Years Ago

and wordman is waiting for my tales on "the naked city"...hmmmmm...that brings to mind a naked mug s.. read more

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