A man who is worship for his hash abilities, a man above all communities, a God.
A now famous folk hero, in his still virile seventies, who once travelled all about in his ‘66 Volkswagen van, hangin’ out and lightin’ up with all the beautiful women he left in his wake.
I remember that handsome, red-bearded Viking, we called him “The Amsterdam Hash King;” I ran my fingers through his long locks more than once!