Okay, I razzed Mr. B. for being a dope and now it’s my turn. Remember Donovan? The hippy-dippy singer whose 1967 song Mellow Yellow was about getting high off bananas? Somehow, either in the lyrics or just scuttlebutt, word got around that you were supposed to bake the skins. So I did.
As J.D. recalls: “His ‘Mellow Yellow’ set off a panic among the establishment about kids getting high from smoking bananas. ‘Electrical bananas, gonna be a sudden craze, electrical bananas, gonna be the very next phase.’ The ‘establishment’ was on a continual freak about anybody being able to get high from something” other than alcohol.
Yep. So I baked it and then I scraped some of the baked part off and then I ate it. Awful, really awful. And waited for the buzz to begin. And waited and waited. And waited some more. And I was a senior in college at the time. And really dumb.
Via Mouth of the Brazos.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
Thanks, that’s a good story, and I wouldn’t tell on you ever 😉
I didn’t fall for the banana scam, but I did smoke about an ounce of pot one of my friends brought back from Kansas, or Nebraska, somewhere like that, that he picked on the side of the road. It was rope marijuana, not dope marijuana.
Gives you a terrible headache, after a few big old bowls on your water pipe. Unless I’m still stoned, and imagining everything since then…
Hmm, is that the origin of rope-a-dope? The baked banana skins, as I recall, stunk up the oven and the kitchen and took hours to air out. That was who the army was getting when they drafted me a few months later.
I, Sennacherib would warn all that I have heard on (ahem) good authority that the hash sold in Amsterdam in the late 60’s left alot to be desired regardless of the quantity consumed and how hard you consumed it.
Never been to Amsterdam. Bought some hash, years ago, in Washington, D.C., however.
Apparently mine was produced by horses not little Afghan elves.