Overheard at the local bong shop today, "I need to get clean." Well, if that didn't perk my floppy ears up just a bit. First of all, the kid was in an absolute panic, "I just smoked this weekend for the first time in years." Apparently some pretty good shit, too, as the paranoia has yet to wear off. I could not imagine that he was an airline pilot, neurosurgeon, or longhaul trucker, any of which could be faced with a random piss request. The cashier on duty had to call the manager over to get some advice on the best product and all of this was discussed quite openly even with me in earshot. I do not blend well into crowds in any situation, but in a head shop, I look more like a TV detective than Karl "Streets of San Francisco" Malden himself. Before I could get a "are you holding" out, however, the towheaded boy with eyes of fire was out the door, gone away home to drink his XXXTRA GOLD Cleansing Drink and pray to all that is holy that his pee-pee will come out THC free. There is hope, yet, that some sweet-leaf relief may be found in this tundra land.