[06] If You"se A Viper |
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Viper Mad
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Wednesday, 28 December 2005 05:50 |
Part VI
"If You'se A Viper"
'One of my friends,' Mezz sez, 'a fine musician, cornered me one day. "Man," he said, "They can say
what they want about us vipers, but you just dig them lushhounds with their old antique jive. A lot of ofay liquor-heads,
when they come up here & pass the jug around, half of them will say they had enough
'cause some spade just took a drink out of it, & those that do take it will hem & haw
tryin' to rub the top off the bottle so's you can't see them, 'fore they put it to their chops.
"Now with vipers it's different. You don't have to pass a roach to a viper, he'll take it right out of your hand
& go to puffin' on it not even thinkin' about who had it in his chops before." Most of us
were getting our tea from some Spanish boys who kept coming up from Mexico with real golden-leaf, the best
that could be had. Poppa, you never smacked your chops on anything sweeter in all your days of viping. It had
such a wonderful smell & the kick you got was really out of this world. I laid it on the cats in the Barbeque,
& pretty soon all Harlem was after me to light them up. Before I knew it I had to write to our connection
for a large supply, because everybody I knew wanted some. "Just think how many cats you can make happy," they kept saying. Before I knew it,
I was standing on The Corner pushing gauge. Only I did no pushing. I just stood under the Tree of Hope,
my pokes full up, & the cats came & went, & so did all my golden-leaf. Overnight I was the most popular man in Harlem,
& I was to become known as The Reefer King, The Link Between The Races, The Philosopher,
The Mezz, Poppa Mezz, Mother Mezz, Pops' Boy, The White Mayor of Harlem,
The Man About Town, The Man That Hipped The World, The Man That Made History, The Man With The Righteous Bush,
He Who Diggeth The Digger, Father Neptune. New words came into being to meet the situation: lozies
& lozeerose were coined so guys could refer to my gauge without having anybody else dig it, & some of our musician pals
used to stick these hip phrases into their songs when they broadcast over the radio, because they knew we'd be huddled
around the radio in the Barbeque & that was their way of saying hello to me & all the vipers.
That mellow Mexican leaf really started something in Harlem a whole new language, almost a whole new culture.'
'That's one reason why we appreciated pot,' Pops sez, 'the warmth it always brought forth from the other person. On the West Coast
one night this fine ofay musician (a good one) whose father was a big judge down south showed me this sack. It was full of gage
in the rough dirty looking & had to be cleaned. He said 'Louis this muta came from out of the back yard where the chickens trampled all over it,
so it should be well seasoned.' He & I went to the hotel over on Central Avenue, rolled up our sleeves,
cleaned it real beautifully & rolled up one a piece. We dragged on down halfway to a 'roach' & he was right. When we got on down there
we could taste the cackling, the crowing & the other things those chickens did. Beautiful.
'Then I left the coast arriving home in Chicago on a Sunday morning. The door bell rang.
I went to the door & found one guy standing there, pointing towards four other youngsters getting out of the car. I said Boys,
I'm very glad to see you. It's been a long long time. One cat pulled out a big 'bomber' lit it took two drags
& looked straight into my eyes as he passed it to me, saying, Pops, we all feel you could use this stick
after all you've bcen through. I said, Aw boys, Y'all didn't have to do this, reaching for that joint
at the same time. Each of them pulled out a stick a piece & started blowing.'
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