I was a "certified" hippy in the early '70s. Lived in a "commune" with a dozen other stoned-out freaks, had hair down to my waist, lived in tie-dyed anything, and went for a good 3 solid years without taking one single non-stoned breath. (Aaah, the memories - if I could only figure out where I left them.) I used to make custom bongs (bamboo with LOTS of beadwork) & sell them in head shops. Answers to #1 - 10 (all I got, ennyhoo). Hey, man, I don't DO quiz things, yaknow. Don't just sit there bogarting that joint, puff'n'pass man, puff'n'pass. Who snagged my mesc, and why are the walls purple'n'green (and breathing)? (Izzat 'nuf experience?)