Wanna Smoke?
"The Adventures of a Storyteller"
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"Mr. Paul," said Raja the next morning. He handed me a brown paper bag. Several of the villagers were with him, including Prim and P.C. "We think you very much like ganga." The bag was full of buds of ganga on stems.
"Thank you very much," I said gratefully, as my hash was gone. "When I return, I''ll bring you some hashish from
...By ten that evening I arrived at the entrance to the
I was standing in front of a large wooden, double door that was closed. Cut into the left side of the door was a small "enemy door". It was just big enough for one person to bend over and go through. The door is built thus so that in the evening, if the person coming through the door is not who he says he is, he can be dispatched with ease.
While looking at the door thinking it would be nice if I could get in, when the enemy door opened. A little man wearing a red turban, white shirt, khaki shorts and Indian sandals stepped out the door.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"We are closing for the night."
"I''ve come all the way from
"You must come back tomorrow."
"I may not be here tomorrow!" I said pleading.
"That is your karma," he said smiling.
"Do you smoke ganga?" I asked in desperation.
"You have ganga?"
"Yes."
"Accha! Welcome to the Taj Mahal."......
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About the Book
My story starts during the Summer of Love August 1967. Fired from my corporate job on the Friday my summer vacation was to start, I decided to go to Haight/Ashbury and check it out. The six days I spent there aroused the hidden desire to do something I’d always wanted to do-work my way around the world.
With Merchant Seaman papers, a passport, a duffel bag full of clothes and $125, I set sail from San Pedro, California, at the age of 26. My voyage ended three years later in Tucson, Arizona, $10 in my pocket, a backpack full of clothes, and 2000 miles short of circumnavigating the world
About the Author
After completing his trip around the world, the author bought some land in the Tucson, Arizona desert and moved into a Tipi. Hence the nickname TiPi Paul. For two years he lived without electricity and water. It took thirty one years and eight months to get water. Says the author "I’m a decadent Hippie now. I have a masonry house, electricity, water, a flush toilet and a telephone."
The authors given name is Paul Haid III. Born in Tucson, in 1941, he graduated from Rincon highschool, class of ‘60 and the University of Arizona, class of ‘66. Claims he’s part of the BC generation. "The before computers generation. When I graduated in ‘66 we were still using slide rules. TiPi also served in the US Navy, 6/61-6/63.
"Working my way around the world was an education in itself," says TiPi. "That’s why I encourage young people to travel if they can. Get out of town and see what the rest of the world is like."