A hootch, a joint, and a stoned cat


Jim Tidyman did two tours in Thailand during the Viet Nam War. Ten hours days in the photo lab, developing film shot by reconnaissance planes.

“When I went back for my second tour, I knew my way around and decided to live off post,” he said. It was very comfortable. A small hootch with a small porch in a small village. He slept on a hammock draped over with mosquito netting. The rent was minimal.

The marijuana in Thailand was wonderful stuff and could be had for chump change.

“When I would get home from work, I’d sit on my porch, roll a joint and get high,” he said. One day a village cat walked up to him. “He was right in front of me, so I took a hit, covered his muzzle with my hands and slowly let the smoke out. He stood there for about 10 seconds, then wham! He fell over.”

While not likely to be honored by the APL or PETA, the cat came back every night to get stoned again.

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