I wasn’t really into him, because he was a stoner and worse, a ginger.
I asked my buddy about it, and he had a classic response: “Yeah, Liz [his girlfriend] was a little bit shook up about that too.
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The EIA assigns each manufacturer a three-digit code (there are some with one, two or four digits).
When dating an instrument by the ‘pot code,’ keep two things in mind: The potentiometers must be original to the piece (new solder, or a date code that is off by ten or more years is a good giveaway to spot replacement pots); and the pot code only indicates when the potentiometer was manufactured!
I’m the kind of idiot who has dated not one but two pot dealers. The dynamic between the three of us never really recovered after that. He was always stoned, and if he wasn’t eating wasabi peas with his shirt off on the floor, he was having a “dark spell.” Usually a dark spell consisted of a deep stare and a story about various bloodcurdling things. They’re from the prisons.” I said, “Yeah, that’s sad,” to which he responded, “Let’s go dig one up.” I declined, and he got really upset. She smoked a lot of pot, which wasn’t my thing, but I figured if it didn’t interfere with her grades or life, it wasn’t a big deal. Then I found out from friends that she was in fact, the kingpin drug dealer of the school. I was really on the straight and narrow until I met him, but as our relationship got more serious, so did my dependence on weed, kind of a pre-req for being around him.