Say Goodbye to the Third Eye During the Portland Head Shop’s Final Blowout

thirdeyeshoppe.jpgWhen I moved to Portland in 1989, I knew exactly three people, I thought Satyricon was both cool and scary (right on both counts), and I had no weed connection. I did have a friend who was Fed Exing me weed from California along with the sage advice that I should find a good head shop and do what many twentysomething single men with no girlfriend or game do—smoke copious amounts of cannabis.

The first time I walked into SE Hawthorne’s Third Eye Shoppe, I spent well over an hour looking at the walls of pipes, bongs, and assorted glassware that would soon consume a sizable portion of my meager weekly paycheck.


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