26 years ago today

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My first Son Sam was born.

Handed out cigars and doses.

What a great kid, the brains of this operation.

I wanted to name him Hercules Elvis but my wife said no fuckin way

Happy Birthday to your son. 

More importantly, what's up with the onion roll lady?

You handed out doses when your son was born? To who? Was it a homebirth? 

I've always thought of a birth as such a quiet and intimate process and few days. I can't imagine dosing or wanting anybody else who was tripping near my baby.

>>>>>>I've always thought of a birth as such a quiet and intimate process and few days. I can't imagine dosing or wanting anybody else who was tripping near my baby.

"At Echo Project I watched a wookette giving birth during the GZA set. I was just peaking on some 2ci. People were trying to get medical help, but they hadn't arrived. Some other wookette claimed to be a midwife and was coaching the woman through this. Her wook man is standing there shirtless and spun like top, just making these weird sounds while he is crushing his beer can and spraying coors light all over everyone. He looked really anxious about the whole thing, grabbing his face and just making grunts and stuff.
The baby's head starts to crown and the medics still haven't arrived.

This is where it gets crazy...
It was so f****** dusty out there and the baby and all the surrounding fluids were immediately "muddified" by the blowing dirt. I mean, its f****** gross. All of a sudden, this f****** kid (probably 19 or 20) in his oversized neon, flat-brim LRG hat, runs up yelling "welcome to the party b****!" before he blows a huge plume of smoke right in the baby's face! While the umbilical cord is still attached and s***!

The smell was unmistakeable, this baby had just been deemster'd.

He must have pulled the hit from a bong, b/c it was monstrous. The surrounding crowd dropped their jaws, and someone tackled the kid as he starts to run away. He didn't make it more than 10ft and the he was probably blasting off about now.

The mom is clutching the dirty baby and trying to calm it. Though, strangely, the baby was not crying (tripping balls i guess?).
And while the dude is getting screamed at, the dad suddenly pounces into action. He jumps on the dude, and starts smashing said bisco kid's face with the crushed up beer can, of which he seemingly just can't let go. The bisco kid is kicking and trying to roll out of it and the wook-dad grabs the kid's hair w/ one hand. he finally let the can go and shoves his other hand half way inside the guys mouth. He is pulling his mouth open and RIPS HIS CHEEK OPEN! repeat: rips his f****** CHEEK OPEN!

there is blood everywhere and the dude lets out this braveheart-like scream as he gets pulled off by the folks around him. Blood all over bisco kid's face, shirt and formerly fresh flat breezy. The cops/medics arrived about that time and took over the situation.

S*** was crazy as hell."

Lol, that ol' chestnut....

Water broke at 5 am and Sam hit the bed at 905 am. Our second son was hour and 45 min.

Momma is a natural.

I passed out the goodies to all my pals over the next 3 days. I wasn't dosing the Nurses or Doctors.

How many times have your kids dosed?

Happy Birthday, Little   Big Tim.

 

 

Happy birthday to Sam! and to you and Mrs. Tim.

Being at the birth of your kid is a very psychedelic experience on its own; no need for additional enhancements.

I did not take any L at my sons birth or any afterwards. Its a tradition to hand out cigars to family and friends. I just put my well known twist on it that when I did hand out the cigars I included a hit of flying eyeballs.

I do not know how many times my kids have or have not tripped. They are/were in college so I assume and hope they did at least a few times.

As for the onion roll lady, she was gone for a while but is now back. She was at the front of the counter and I had to ask if she had any onion rolls in the back hiding. She preceded to spew some Spanish my way and stormed off. I still don't get it, but she sure does.