- Baynard Woods
- Gorilla Glue’s name changed recently after a legal battle with the adhesive company.
As I got older, we would smoke a bowl of whatever shitty weed we could maybe get, or even resin scraped from a brass bowl built at the hardware store or bought at some clandestine headshop with roach clip earrings, and then go skating. Soon the skating fell by the wayside and it was just the weed.
I felt all of that come back when I smoked some G.G., as they are now calling what was called Gorilla Glue. The name changed last October as part of an agreement between the owners of the Gorilla Glue tape/glue/sealant company and the growers of the Gorilla Glue strain. G.G. is a pretty lame solution, though, right? Why not John Cougar Melanglue. Or Guerrilla Glue?
Gorilla Glue is a well enough known trademark that my Google Docs™ spell check puts a big annoying red line under “guerrilla,” which I have spelled wrong often enough to want to check to get right. And it is right. And the line goes away when it is not followed by glue. (Google you are so weird.)
This is the way the gorgeous tight-packed, deep-purple, hairy and gnarly G.G. Allin Glue got me thinking after I burned it like G.G. Liddy (he had the lids of G.G. back in the ’70s when they sold lids) burned his hand on a candle trying to show how tough he was, flowing pleasantly from one tangent to another, hanging on bad jokes, repeating them with minor variations and laughing, in love with the world like the first summer day when you are 16.
But you’ve got to be GGG — in the Dan Savage sense of good, giving and game — to really go along with the ride and enjoy this 50/50 mixture of Indica and Sativa that has a quick rush around the eyes and gives a chill like a breeze on your neck, that settles into full-relaxed reflection — not glued to the couch, as the adhesive named after a primate implies: glue-taping you to your couch like a gorilla sitting on you. Holding you down, but drifting into it like a slow-motion dance.
It reminds me of the way the crow outside my office window lands on the barbed-wire.
Nose: Honeysuckle ammonia
Existential dread: 2
Freaking out when a crazy person approaches you: 1, unless that crazy person is Gordon Gekko, and then 10
Drink pairing: Grey Goose, Gordon’s Gin, Genesee/Guinness mix
Music pairing: George Gershwin, Variations on “I’ve Got Rhythm”; or Greg Ginn’s Gone, “Smoking Gun remix EP”