MORE WIND

 Chester Keene reminded me of another attempt we made to burn our giant marijuana evidence holdings that went awry. 
  Since way too many folks were enjoying whiffing the yellow-green clouds, at the dump, and our cops were getting as stoned as gooney birds trying to burn the stuff and keep the crowd away, we decided that if we could burn it faster the problem might be solved.

 So at our next bond fire we soused the pile with diesel fuel. The diesel should accelerate the blaze and take half the time to turn the evil weed into harmless ashes. Plus, there was the added benefit that the diesel would ruin the smell the "heads" so enjoyed. That being the plan, a five-gallon  can of diesel fuel was emptied over the pile and then it was ignited.

 A ball of flame like a mini Hiroshima boiled skyward and soon the MJ was fully ablaze. We thought.

 The disappointed crowd had moved on, the pile seemed on its way to extinction, so our cops went home. We found out later that as soon as we left the premises, some of the dump workers doused the fire and hauled off the considerable remainder to attempt to restore it to its former stupefying glory. And they did. Kinda.

 For weeks after, the air in certain car interiors, bars, and bedrooms was tainted with  the familiar wet-weed stink of burning "grass."  And the gas station aroma of Number 2 Diesel. 
 Strangely, most tokers liked it. One doobie-puffer said it got you just as high as the unadulterated version, plus you got an extra ten miles per gallon.