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Dispatches from the Highlands
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Cannatown News
FROM RESIN TO PURE KIND BUD A bowl-swabber’s life-long dream nally comes true
Bong Water Pipeline Resumes Operation Despite a season of pro- tests that drew crowds from across the globe, construction of the bong water pipeline was com- pleted last month and began pumping dank, pu- trid bong water away from the city this week. But of- cials, who say the abrupt launch was somewhat political, admit that no safeguards or regulations were set in place, much less lunch breaks. at puts the project in peril, according to canngineers. Like the bong water that burst on Mount Satchelkin, soak- ing a local village in con- taminated, rancid lth, the new pipeline was a highly-sought reeferen- dum item but could bring with it certain damage. “ ere’s almost nothing worse than a couple drops of bong water in your lap,” said geobowlogist Chris Shrofe. “Now imagine oating down your side- walk in a canoe. at’s what happened up in Monarch Township.” Opponents say the pipe will shuttle away long-over- due residue and stink, and create jobs. But the ques- tion is whether enough work has already been put in, enough to prevent the nasty spills. “ ere are reports of some workers literally duct-taping pieces together to make this hap- pen,” Shrofe said. “In the old days we would’ve had 100 of the top glass blowers creating one long pipe from an arsenal of discarded bowls, steamrollers -- and now, it’s a bunch of ama- teur MacGyver’s, hired by the state. We’re pretty sure they’re using discarded bubblers and gravity bongs made from plastic bottles.”
Samuel Hillis is not new to Resin. e 87-year-old Can- natown resident was born in Resinville during some of the village’s most dicult years, the dust bowl. “ ey called it that because there was liter- ally nothin’ but dust in our bowls,” he recalls. “ at year people said whatever resin you smaked, was resin rst scraped 20 bowls ago, scraped and smaked, scraped and smaked again and again.” He grew up in a household with scant belongings or experiences. It wasn’t until he was 25 that he smaked his rst combina- tion resin-and-stem blunt. “I remember thinking, what is this other stu ? You mean there’s more than resin?” But kind bud was an exotic myth in those days. And they didn’t have all the nice waxes and butters -- only a gelatinous ex- tract called lard . Some people talked about ower but you never really thought of it as real. Like Turkish delight. And polar bears.” One day Hillis says he recalls seeing a photo from his friend’s vacation. ere, in his friend’s hand, was a giant, sparkling nugget. It was almost technicolor. “I only recall my heart dropping. It was surreal.” Stories in Resinville spread, and soon there was talk of a revolution, a renaissance and push to nd ower.
Some of Hillis’ friends, local revolutionaries were fortunate enough to experiment and gradually change what they smaked. ey began by add- ing “cracklers” (seeds), then stems, eventually leaves and nally nuggets into their resin bowls and rolls, and over time, gradually omitting the resin until their smake was “pure kind.” is led to the great Resin- ville purge of 1969, when all ower-smakers were exiled out of village limits, follow- ing the most widespread riots in town history. Hillis was wrongly accused of smaking ower, and even though he had long desired in his heart to do so, he’d never really gotten a chance to try. By time he and the revolu- tionaries made it to Canna- town, they were eager to smake and start a new life. But they
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