Saturday, April 30, 2011
Brother Mark among the Rastas
Many years ago, my younger brother Mark went on a Jamaica trip and was having a talk with a group of Rastafarian men when one started passing around a hash pipe. When it was passed to him, Mark politely declined. At which point one of the men asked, “You no smoke the gange?” To which Mark replied, “No, I do not smoke the gange.” Pause. “Never?” “No, never.” The man’s mind seemed rather blown. He became angry, demanding, “Why you no smoke?” The others told him to settle down, that Mark was fine. There was a long pause. Then the man exclaimed: “Oh, you smoke the cocaine!” I am glad Mark is a man of such excellent habits.