Recorded and transcribed by Mikal Jakubal from an on-the-street interview.
“Years ago a friend of mine was driving his motorcycle on the backroads in the hills of Humboldt carrying two large garbage bags full of pot, all dried and trimmed, on his way to a deal. It was dark, at night and he was driving really fast, holding the garbage bags in his teeth so he could steer the bike on the rough roads.
[You can picture this, right?]
He came around a corner face to face with a skunk in the middle of the road. Unable to stop and without room on the narrow road to detour, he threw his legs up off the pedals and into the air, trash bags full of weed still held in his teeth and hands on the handlebars. He was able to maintain control of the bike as the skunk sprayed the rear tire, missing the pot and him. “