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Where the Wild Things Are

Where the Wild Things Are

When you’re out in the wilderness any small gift is magic. Like right now I’m waiting for the two Steves to wake up and all I can think about is coffee. And when I get that coffee, I am not going to care if it is Jamaican Blue Mountain or Folgers freeze-dried crystals. Such is the nature of hunger. When want and need grow strong enough, any facsimile of the object desired can be fulfilling. Dogs like their Alpo, but they’ll eat the carpet if you forget to feed them. A man mig

Black Sabbath's Tales of Drugs and Debauchery [Ozzy Osbourne and Tony Iommi Interview, Part 1]

Black Sabbath's Tales of Drugs and Debauchery [Ozzy Osbourne and Tony Iommi Interview, Part 1]

Rock stars. We love them for the music they make and we marvel at the way they manage to create great art while playing Dr. Moreau with their own central nervous systems. In the 1970s, no band played harder on or off the stage than Black Sabbath. I got to meet Ozzy Osbourne and Tony Iommi on assignment for High Times while they were doing press for their first reunion tour in 1998. What follows is the hilarious unpublished transcript of our interview. I was a little nervous m

Black Sabbath's Tales of Drugs and Debauchery [Ozzy Osbourne and Tony Iommi Interview, Part 2]

Black Sabbath's Tales of Drugs and Debauchery [Ozzy Osbourne and Tony Iommi Interview, Part 2]

Welcome to part two of Paradise Burning's vintage Black Sabbath interview, where, fearless journalists that we are, Bobby Black and I throw caution to the wind and broach the taboo subject of Ozzy’s micturation on the Alamo. Plus, despite the fact that they both used to gobble pills and powders like Pac Man in a DEA evidence locker, Ozzy and Tony explain why hard drugs actually suck. Click here for part one. --------------------------------------------- Chris: [To Ozzy] There

The Field of Dreams

The Field of Dreams

The first serious marijuana garden I ever saw, before I became Cultivation Editor at High Times, back when I was still a lowly freelancer trying to impress the boss, belonged to a guy named the Dirt Farmer. He was a bit of a legend around the office—a friendly farmer with his own pot plantation somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line. People would tell stories of this wild old hick with three hundred plants in his backyard just begging some aerial surveillance team to swoop d

The Execution of Timothy McVeigh

The Execution of Timothy McVeigh

When you consider the events of April 19, 1995, and you see those photos of the gutted Alfred P. Murrah Building, images of first responders pulling dead babies from the wreckage, you can’t help but ask, who was Timothy McVeigh? Who was this Desert Storm hero from Pendleton, New York whose last meal was two pints of Haagen-Dazs mint-chip ice cream? Who liked fast cars and Star Trek: The Next Generation? Who at one point considered having his ashes spread over the Oklahoma Cit

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