go back. * * * * * * * * * * H I S T O R Y * * * * * * * * * * The roots of Dank Nugz can be traced to the early years of the millenium in the small town of Kensington, Maryland. A small trading town founded along the B&O railroad, it has had a history of strong drug trafficking due to Albert Einstein high school on Newport Mill Road along with nearby Wheaton Plaza a.k.a. Westfield Wheaton. The prison-like Einstein had a full-staff of aggressive security along with state-of-the-art locking mechanisms on doors to prevent the flow of students in and out of the school's perimeter. Nonetheless, drugs were plentiful on Einstein grounds. About 90% of the student population was a part of the narcotics trade. First off, most students were minors, which made it easy for anyone over 18 (or with a fake ID) to go to the nearby 7-11 on University Blvd and cop cigarettes which would be sold to students for as much as $10 a pack. Also, the high percentage of black and hispanic students made it easy for anyone to cop a dime-bag of high-quality mids. Any kid could walk up to someone smoking a jack at the Front Playground or The Cut where the best place to cop was. Besides mid-grade, there was also a steady supply of K.B. and beasters along with students with connects for ecstacy, speed, and even oxycodone. Even though during the school day one could cop goods, smoking it was a different story. And then The Spot was created. Founded at the turn of the century, The Spot was a point along a dirt path that connected the bottom of the hill at Seminary with the Sligo Creek tributary system. In the earlier days it was supported by a couch with a tarp canopy, allowing for the crucial smoking of nugs even during a thunderstorm. Eventually the couch got wet and mildewed and was thrown into the nearby "Stream of No-Name" which parallels Flora Lane and empties into the Sligo Creek. Then came the logs, a square of possibly 8 to 12 logs arranged so that heads could sit in it and face each other. There were mad parties at the spot, here is a list of some of the tight shit that went down: * cans of Axe body spray were lit on fire * for the longest time, Hunan City would sell the crew beer long before any of us were legally able to drink! this meant that many times we'd cop a 30-pack of Milwaukee's Best and drag that shit down the hill to the spot. * Stretch left a green acryclic bong there for a while, that shit was tight! * As many as fifteen people have been present at the spot at once. * sometimes the crew would have a fire going, but as it got too "HOT" (no pun intended) we decided to move fires to the acid bridge. GOOGLE MAPS STREET VIEW: right in front of THE FIRST SPOT View Larger Map Ah yes, the acid bridge. What is the acid bridge you ask? No one really knows, but it definitely isn't a bridge. Think of it as a tunnel, the tunnel where sligo creek flows underneathe the Beltway/I-495. Inside the tunnel are wall paintings believed to be the earliest evidence of man living in the Silver Spring area, possibly created by the ancient Sligo indians that used to inhabit the watershed before the white man set up shop. One of them wrote on the walls of the acid bridge "38 bong hits and 2 hits of 'cid and i'm gone" or something like that. Anyways, we did crucial shit at the acid bridge. Now that I think about it, the acid bridge was pretty much our place to chill when it was raining since we didn't have a cover for the spot anymore. And for a short run of time it was a test site for the D.N.C. militia where we detonated experimental warfare and technology - notably molotov cocktails. While the test site is no longer active, we still have fires at the acid bridge during the summer. We get baked AND bake potatoes. Then the feds began getting involved. Stretch was growing weed plants up the hill from the spot in a grove right across the beltway from holy cross hospital. One day we came to check on the plants and they were gone, someone had severed the stalks. If that wasn't enough, the spot was sabotaged. Not only were all the logs messed up, but an altar we had made between two small trees at the spot was completely destroyed. All that is left is some shit someone wrote on the bark with a sharpie. The time had come to either end the operation or keep going, but only one thing was certain - it was time for a change. We went through multiple plans, including a blueprint for an underground shelter dug into the hillside, another idea was buying a shed from Home Depot, and there was even a combination of both ideas - buying a shed from Home Depot and installing it underground. But our secretive ally The Hawk had already started work on a new spot. Choosing a new location only fifty feet north from the sabotaged spot - between the old spot and the grove where Stretch had attempted to grow weed - The Hawk had accumulated a shitload of material including boards of wood, 2x4s, screen-door panels, plywood doors, and other shit made out of wood and metal. Unfortunately The Hawk left us for a better place before he saw his material created into something beautiful, but that is where the rest of dank nugz crew picked up where he left off. Using the up-rooted part of a fallen tree as a base, we created the most crucial chill spot created in the history of mankind. Mad weed was smoked inside and we even sat out a couple hard rains under it's trusty roof. Unfortuneately this place was also completely destroyed, one day we came up the hill looking forward to blazing crucial headies and not only had the hut vanished but the hole in the ground that was it's foundation was filled with dirt. All that remains of this sacred place is the above photo taken from a cell phone camera. UPDATE: TOP SECRET D.N.C. DOCUMENTS WERE RECENTLY RELEASED TO THE PUBLIC. THERE IS A HIGHER RESOLUTION PICTURE OF THE NEW SPOT THAT WILL BE POSTED SHORTLY.