first a bomb sounds like a colossal waste of pot and i wish he had left the names in on this one.
Back then pot was $135/pound for Mexican ($15 oz), $165/pound Colmbian or sens ($15-20/oz)
Hash was $5-10/gram or about $100/oz. Hash oil was really expensive $65/gram (i forget what we paid for the jug of it we had. But oil lasted a really long time.
Then of course there was the African pot. It was really expesive at $250 a pound - $25/oz
As to the African, Russ' sister Sprite (nickname) was going out with the son of a Nigerian diplomat (not a prince). Her BF brought bag a full sized suitcase and a shoulder bag filled with pot.
Russ went to Atlanta to pick up the shoulder bag for us. They decided to trip after they smoked a little. While tripping, Russ had a problem differentiating size and took the suitcase with him.
When he got back to campus, Sprite called. He wasn't going to go back to Atlanta. She decided to come up the next weeked to collect whatever wasn't sold and the cash.
On ounce of that barely fit into a baggie. Everybody loved us that week. In fact we became heroes in the African-American society.
A beloved former Deac bball player came back to campus and told me to come to a party in the room of a current ballplayer that I didn't know too well.
He told me about all this great African pot that he and the other black guys had come across. When I chuckled, he shook his head and said,"I should have known."
After the game that night, I headed over to the party. I knocked on the door and all the music was turned off. I announced myself. The host just said,"Who is the white guy at the door to someone in the room?"
He was freaked out. Before leaving I called out to the ex-player. He met on the benches on The Quad and brought me back into the party.
I didn't stay long. There were too many people in the room. However starting the next I was getting nods from lots of people I didn't know too well.