Tuesday, November 5, 2024
I met George in KL in ’74. He hired me as a salesman at the Northern Daily News. The first week we travelled up to Timmins Daily Press for a training session. I drove up with the other salesmen but on the way back George pulled me aside and asked me to drive back with him. On the return trip he asked, “Do you smoke grass?” I didn’t know what to say – I didn’t know him and fearing for my new job I played it safe and said, “Yeah, I tried it a few times at college.” About a week later he invited me over for dinner he got me so stoned the evening was a confused blur. It was my introduction to George’s world. He was the kind of person who, once met, you didn’t want to lose touch with. We have been friends since the newspaper days. I don’t smoke weed anymore but one night, when the time is right, I will ‘spark up a fatty’ and remember my old friend.
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