On the following day, November 5, Election Day 1996, Toby Jay opened the golden maple shutters and discovered yet another windy, blue-sky day. Not long thereafter, he was relieved to learn that he had finally received his Westing Manor rent money. Immediately, then, he hopped inside the Golden Bug and drove directly to the Bank N.A. to deposit his rent checks. Afterwards, he headed straight to Hastings to acquire a copy of Edgar Cayce’s On Atlantis, due to the recent discovery of the treasured remains of Mark Antony and Cleopatra.
. . .
Later that evening, during the rainbow phase of the twilight hour, Toby Jay telephoned Terrelle in hopes of scoring a bag of cannabis enlightenment, having completely depleted his stash on the previous night, while reading Marijuana in Magic & Religion and listening to seemingly infinite cycles of Bee Thousand.
Luckily, Terrelle, who tended to be ever–elusive, answered the telephone in a tone of high spirits. In fact, he said he had recently received a shipment of primo-grade reefer and promised to drop by within the hour.
Sure enough, shortly thereafter, Terrelle stepped through the purple door and tossed a clear baggy on top of the ancient treasure chest, and said in his customary MacDaddy voice, “Check that shit out, man.”
“Fuckin’ A!” Toby Jay exclaimed. “This is some killer weed!”
“It’s sixty bucks a quarter.”
“Right on, sixty bucks it is,” Toby Jay gratefully replied. He then proceeded to pack the Celtic cross pipe with stinky, sticky-icky. Immediately thereafter, with great anticipation, he took an extraordinarily deep hit. “Dude, this is a skunk-bud high,” he choked out loud, while totally stoked over the prospect of remaining supremely stoned for the remainder of the Year of Mysterious Synchronicity.
Come to find out, they both shared a lot in common. As a matter of fact, Terrelle had spent several years at the University of Oaklahoma, studying theoretical physics. Yet, the real shocker was that he had actually worked at the ultra-exclusive Harold’s Clothing store for many years; this being a real shocker, of course, because a black man working at Harold’s Clothing was like a black man attending a Republican Party Convention – a rare commodity, indeed.
So, having shared some of their favorite Campus Corner haunts, which included reference to such sites as the historic Liberty Drug, The Deli and Satellite Twin Theater, Terrelle suggested that they should head over to his place, so he could break off some fresh buds straight from the skunk block.
“Yeah, that’s cool with me,” Toby Jay said with a smile.
Consequently, shortly thereafter, they both stepped inside the white Volvo 240 with black tinted windows, and traveled to the eastside of Stillwater. In the process, as Terrelle steered his way down Sixth Street, he somewhat mystifyingly turned to Toby Jay and asked, “So where are you from, man?” as though he was posing this question to someone he strangely sensed would someday be regarded as historically significant.
“Well, I was born in Norman in 1964, but my family moved to Corona, California when I was around three. Then, a year or so later, we moved to a small, rural town, just to the north, named Norco, which now is affectionately and officially called, Horsetown, U.S.A. So basically, I spent all my formative years growing up in a rather grandiose, but still somewhat modest ranch home, until I was around seventeen, when I moved back here to play basketball. And I’ve lived here ever since.”
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ELECTION DAY 1996
On the following day, November 5, Election Day 1996, Toby Jay opened the golden maple shutters and discovered yet another windy, blue-sky day. Not long thereafter, he was relieved to learn that he had finally received his Westing Manor rent money. Immediately, then, he hopped inside the Golden Bug and drove directly to the Bank N.A. to deposit his rent checks. Afterwards, he headed straight to Hastings to acquire a copy of Edgar Cayce’s On Atlantis, due to the recent discovery of the treasured remains of Mark Antony and Cleopatra.
. . .
Later that evening, during the rainbow phase of the twilight hour, Toby Jay telephoned Terrelle in hopes of scoring a bag of cannabis enlightenment, having completely depleted his stash on the previous night, while reading Marijuana in Magic & Religion and listening to seemingly infinite cycles of Bee Thousand.
Luckily, Terrelle, who tended to be ever–elusive, answered the telephone in a tone of high spirits. In fact, he said he had recently received a shipment of primo-grade reefer and promised to drop by within the hour.
Sure enough, shortly thereafter, Terrelle stepped through the purple door and tossed a clear baggy on top of the ancient treasure chest, and said in his customary MacDaddy voice, “Check that shit out, man.”
“Fuckin’ A!” Toby Jay exclaimed. “This is some killer weed!”
“It’s sixty bucks a quarter.”
“Right on, sixty bucks it is,” Toby Jay gratefully replied. He then proceeded to pack the Celtic cross pipe with stinky, sticky-icky. Immediately thereafter, with great anticipation, he took an extraordinarily deep hit. “Dude, this is a skunk-bud high,” he choked out loud, while totally stoked over the prospect of remaining supremely stoned for the remainder of the Year of Mysterious Synchronicity.
Come to find out, they both shared a lot in common. As a matter of fact, Terrelle had spent several years at the University of Oaklahoma, studying theoretical physics. Yet, the real shocker was that he had actually worked at the ultra-exclusive Harold’s Clothing store for many years; this being a real shocker, of course, because a black man working at Harold’s Clothing was like a black man attending a Republican Party Convention – a rare commodity, indeed.
So, having shared some of their favorite Campus Corner haunts, which included reference to such sites as the historic Liberty Drug, The Deli and Satellite Twin Theater, Terrelle suggested that they should head over to his place, so he could break off some fresh buds straight from the skunk block.
“Yeah, that’s cool with me,” Toby Jay said with a smile.
Consequently, shortly thereafter, they both stepped inside the white Volvo 240 with black tinted windows, and traveled to the eastside of Stillwater. In the process, as Terrelle steered his way down Sixth Street, he somewhat mystifyingly turned to Toby Jay and asked, “So where are you from, man?” as though he was posing this question to someone he strangely sensed would someday be regarded as historically significant.
“Well, I was born in Norman in 1964, but my family moved to Corona, California when I was around three. Then, a year or so later, we moved to a small, rural town, just to the north, named Norco, which now is affectionately and officially called, Horsetown, U.S.A. So basically, I spent all my formative years growing up in a rather grandiose, but still somewhat modest ranch home, until I was around seventeen, when I moved back here to play basketball. And I’ve lived here ever since.”
Get The Golden Key: Gain Access to Toby Jay’s Stoner Delight Journey – featuring Pearl Jam, Tori Amos, Led Zeppelin, and others.