My earliest memory was 1986, I was 16.
My girlfriend’s big brother was the town dealer in aloha Oregon.
He didn’t have a car so I would take him to northeast Portland park on the side of the road and wait for him to come back.
I could smell his skunk bag coming a mile away. 1/2 #s mainly, 10 bucks a gram, 30 bucks 1/8th,
Unless he liked ya then 25,
he ended up getting busted by John bonnel, fuck in prick!!
Interrogated all of us one at a time in the house bathroom had me sitting on the toilet.
They knew I was the driver but I was underage and couldn’t touch me.
There was 3 detectives, Bonnel questioning,
I ask “can you guys step out of the bathroom?”
Bonnel says “why there something hidden in here!”
I say “no, I need to take a shit”
He turned beet red,
Wanted to tear my head off

They tossed a sheet of acid he had in his wallet not realizing its drugs, just took the cash.
He just got done spreading the love, we dosed, they tore the shit out of the house. That was true skunk, lime green, sticky as fuck, it was what we called at the time “expandable” smoke in your lungs.
Just hit you like ton of bricks disgustingly drooling into the bong as your about to burst skunky smoke that’s burning your sinuses!
I remember every one just called it “The Kill”.