Hilarioy Head Shop Owner
Thursday, August 30th, 2007So since I could not come up with enough material to write something on topic about Larry Craig (hopefully future senators are carrying an ounce or two when cruising for gay sex in public restrooms) I have decided to entertain all of you (King, admin, and…Mom?) by telling you about the owner of a head/CD/sex toy shop I have encountered several months back.
As I am sure most of you know someone running a head shop is supposed to play it cool to say the least in regards to knowledge of what their customers are using their products for, to say the least this guy does not follow that rule. As soon as me and my friend walk into the place we notice a middle aged couple checking out his glass at the counter.
“You tell you kids you smoke weed? I don’t tell me kids I smoke weed and I’m real honest with my kids,” said the owner in a hyper tone. He then went on to describe how well his glass could be used for smoking weed. Me and my friend both looked at each other and tried not to crack up. The guy looked like a burned out Bruce Vilanch which only added to the weirdness. Their conversation then turned to the subject of law enforcement.
“I got this girl working here who is scared she’s going to be arrested, I say if you don’t have at least a misdemeanor on your record you’re a nobody,” he continued. At this point I was wondering if I should get a discount because I must be a real somebody there. The couple soon left and he asked them to say hello to God for them. Anyway I went to the counter and asked how much their Salvia cost. I played it cool.
“Thirty dollars for ten trips,” was the response. Well so much for playing it cool. Now I’m SURE that is not standard head shop policy, you know blatantly selling substances for psychedelic purposes. We got into a small discussion about the drug where he told me how the drug had him “playing ping pong with Yoda in the Amazon in a diaper.” As we left we were also asked to give God his salutations.
Anyway here’s to you crazy Bruce Vilanch looking head shop owner, for openly stepping out of the gray area your industry operates in and flaunting your violation of the law. You are an inspiration to us all, and I shall be upset upon your inevitable arrest.
To his credit he was wearing pants.