Over 30 years ago I was a Taxi driver and dispatcher in Phoenix. I knew that area like the back of my hand.
One day while driving an old checker marathon I picked up a fair in Tempe (right next door to Phoenix), we stopped at a motel about 5 miles away and my fare had me wait while he ran inside.
A moment later he climbed back into my cab holding what looked like the fabled Tie Stick...
He closed the door and said "back to where we started".
I drove.
He pulled out a little pocket knife and cut the stick in half.
He pulled out papers, slipped out the center stick and wrapped up 2
joints.
He turned to me and said " you smoke don't you?"
I of course confirmed that and he lit one, took a hit and passed it to me.
I took one hit and passed it back.
He took one more hit off this huge joint and offered me more but as I was driving I passed. He put it out as we pulled up to our destination, he paid the fare and handed me this 3/4 of a fatty and said have a nice day.
I decided to drive to a 7/11 store for a drink and after about 10 to 15 minutes I realized that I was lost.
The street names seemed familiar but not quite. I found a Dennies (Only through sheer luck) and parked my cab and called in "OUT TO LUNCH"
It was over an hour before I was able to figure out where I was
and how to get home.
The rest of that fatty was fed into my
bong, little by little, over the corse of the next week.
Nothing else has yet to come close to that one hit of a joint of true Tie
& believe me when I say that I have had some of the best to compare it to in the last 30 years.