The Dope stories of MauBack to About Nirvana Shop
Good to be back! I’m gonna start with the earliest memories I have concerning weed. For that I have to go back to the mid 60 ties. As a kid I used to hang around at the center of my town, where back in the days, the youth hung out. Mostly long haired, hippies, who sat on the street, where they held conversations, playing acoustic guitars
and, they mixed some green herb with their shag.
In my eyes they were a bit of outlaws, for the village was mostly a very puritanical place, where everything out of the ordinary was looked down on. And I liked them. I found them so cool, that peace and love generation, that I definitely wanted 2 things when I was grown up. I wanted to grow long hair and I also wanted to smoke that green herb! Well, those two things I for sure did!
The first time I was introduced to DA WEE, was by a cousin of me. I must have been 16 years old. I saw him in a weekend and he asked me to come with him. He had a car and i sat next to him in the front, where he opened the glovebox and took out a bag with lovely smelling weed! It must’ve been at least 250 grams!
He was an undercover cop in the big city, and he told me, that, on one of his night patrols, he caught a dealer. He made a deal with that dealer (lol) and said: ok, for this time I’m just going to confiscate your drugs and will only give you a warning, but let it be clear that the next time I will have you arrested. The dealer was very happy he said, and he promised to never do it again.
My cousin never reported it, and kept the weed for himself! It was African weed, probably Nigerian, which was one of the most common at the time. Later I discovered more available weeds from Africa like Durban poison, Swasi and Rooibaard. Every time I saw my cousin in the weekend I asked him if he still had weed,and if so we went to his car and got high.
At the time there were no coffeeshops yet. The only place where you could buy weed or hash was at a dealer. There were house dealers in some busy discos and bars. That way the owner of the place didn’t risk losing his license for illegal activities, he just blamed the dealer and had "nothing to do with it"‘. But ofcourse they had a piece of the pie. When I wanted to smoke, I knew a bouncer, he sold only 2 kinds, Moroccan hash, wrapped in aluminum foil. A slice of 5 gram was 25 guilders at the time (12$) and he had weed ,mostly African, also 5 grams for 25,-, which always had seeds and sticks.
Also you could buy hash and weed on the street, but it was mostly sold by hard drugs dealers who were addicted themselves. One night Rene, a friend from me and I bought something on the street, that area was infamous for its crime, prostitution, junkies and a normal person would not go there especially at that time of the day. But ok, we bought some, and while we were hanging out in a porch trying to smoke a joint, the undercover cops suddenly showed up and arrested us. It was a rainy night, we didn’t think, why was it so quiet actually, normally there were much more people around, little did we know that the city had a crackdown on dealers and junkies, so they were rounding them up.
Because we looked suspicious, they thought we were using hard drugs there, and maybe shooting up there, they arrested us! Well, at the police station they searched us and of course they didn’t find more than a bit of weed. Obviously we didn’t look like junkies, and after they found out that we just wanted some soft drugs, they let us go.
It wasn’t long after that the first coffee shop was opened, which was actually also a bar. The place was called The Scene and was in the heart of the city center. Here’s where I met people who, in my opinion, had a different view on life. Instead of getting stupid drunk, they had conversations, debates, idealistic thoughts. They were quite more interesting. So I became a frequent visitor there. Also they had a steady supply of a few different kinds of weed and hash. Which was so cooooooooool.