77- 78. I was in a miserable senior year at an all boys military boarding school in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania. Not much to be found up there. But just through dumb luck almost every time that we got ready to go home for vacation that year some guy Or another still had a little bit of smoke left and vacation time and needed the extra couple of bucks more than he needed that last joint. Yes I overpaid like hell but I got like three different pieces of good weed including that black African in this one joint of something or other that made two of us giggle hysterically for like three or four hours. So I had one piece for Washington national at Thanksgiving, another piece that we smoked outside of the Pittsburgh airport baggage claim out in the roundabout and a third piece that made it home on one of those trips. Talk about feast or famine Lol