A Taste of Humboldt

As we prepare for leaving this wonderful place, that we have been so very lucky to experience for as long as we have, I'd like to offer a glimpse into the special nature of this place. The following is in no way emblematic of Humboldt in its entirety; however, it is emblematic of a particular sect of Humboldt society--a sect that, I believe, is absent almost anywhere else. Please enjoy.

So, there's a farmer. He does not grow carrots, or kale. He lives on a mountain top and scans the skies for helicopters in an attempt to keep his product safe. This man is a pot farmer.

This farmer, let's call him Sean. Sean has a pet chimpanzee. The chimp really enjoys partaking in herbal refreshment with his owner, and partake they do. Some time passes, and Sean moves from refreshing himself (and the chimp) with pot, to yorking line after line of cocaine. As it turns out, the chimp also enjoys cocaine. So Sean and his chimp snort cocaine, live in the mountains, and tend the pot farm.

Until one very fateful day when there was only enough cocaine for Sean. Apparently the (now coke head) chimp did not approve as he literally ripped Sean's ears off of his head!!

The moral of this story: One should never own a wild animal; but if you do, you definitely shouldn't get your animal addicted to cocaine. Or, if you do own a wild animal AND you get it addicted to cocaine, you better be sure you NEVER run out!!