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by Mike Ricker What Happened to The Shotgun? It was the sexiest move ever.
For those of you who have no context from which to draw for the legendary shotgun, it was
the old school move of smoothness where you took a lit joint, flipped it around and carefully cupped your lips over the center without touching the cherry. You then forced an exhale, pressing the smoke outward through the hole and into the recipient’s open mouth, without drenching the paper with saliva. And the cooperation with which you administered this fashionable toke lent directly to the level of closeness you wished to share. Today it is as much of a foregone cultural trend as disco music, the CB radio and the Six Million Dollar Man. For stoners, there was nothing cooler. And then, poof - gone, like an out of fashion pop group. The beer shotgun followed, but that was stupid. So why did this practice of provocative participation diffuse into thin air? The shotgun was very communal. Kind of like splitting a banana split. And it required no technology other than weed and a rolling paper. If you think about it, it was like sharing a peace pipe with Sitting Bull - and I am not referring to my Camp Couch buddy Davey Dabs. Moustaches made a comeback. Hippie clothes made a comeback. Backstreet Boys made a comeback. We should lobby the Danksonian Institute to revive it from the archives. Because like those native chiefs who forged pacts in a teepee, our world leaders could blow shotguns into each others’ mouths before the customary presentation of old war swords and hand painted vases as diplomatic gifts. In fact, after a good shotgun blast, they may for once see value in the trippiness and functionality of these items. Maybe the shotgun can be the first step toward ending social distancing. By the way, these days he would be called the Six Hundred Million Dollar Man.
June 2020 Get the audio version and every episode at Stoney-Baloney.com
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