Aint a smoker worth a dime who aint read High Times. As a cultivation editor of that esteemed publication, Simunek manifests the dreams of many a substance abuser with no real goals, no real aims, no real direction-that is, he gets paid to follow the psycho-delic brick road to where there is untold smoke at the end of the travel rainbow. Free drugs, hoping for a non-commital feel and making a hasty getaway with limbs unbroken is Simunek's Holy Grail. He gets an expense account which seems non-accountable and sometimes doesn't get the story. His editors don't seem to care too much provided he turns up with some buds (not the six pack variety) and a packet of papers. The Marx Brothers had Zeppo, the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers have got Simunek.
While these kind of tales have the pot-ential to bore some people stupid, Simunek relates his adventures in a way that makes us straightos wish we'd inhaled, chuck in our jobs, sell the house and the golf clubs, pack up the family and the Bob Marley vinyl and move to California. Once there, we could live out our days worrying only about low flying choppers and nosy neighbours with an unhealthy interest in genetically confused botany.
Simunek is more than just a doper. He has an acutely sensible eye for cultural criticism and has an ascerbic wit through which he makes humorous value judgements about everyone and everything. His real talent is not so much for detail that can make these kind of yarns tedious, but for the analysis of situations from a viewpoint motivated by both a need for self preservation and lifestyle protection. I like that in an author. He is well aware that the attention span of many of us is weaker than a sparrow's ankle and moves onwards quickly to the next town, the next adventure, the next bong. His relating of a story at an LA heavy metal convention is simultaneously hilarious and sad.
I reckon Simunek has probably given one lung, one nostril and innumerable brain cells knocking out this book. Pull out the bong, light up the lava lamp and recline in the bean bag. Where there is smoke there is fire - Simunek is worth a read.