Never had the "opportunity". Never was even asked. Never even saw anyone smoke it. Never even saw a doobie is except on TV. I don't care if others have. I just never did.

just never did care to... maybe one day... but still not really all that curious.

sP

I doubt that I would ever have smoked it or been around it? However, I do believe Vietnam was the reason we had such a terrible drug epidemic in some parts of this country and why we had the "war on drugs". It was the misguided decision to go into Vietnam that led to Woodstock and the peace movement and much of the drug and homeless problems in this country, in my opinion.

I ended up crashing the ugly two-toned Mercury Zephyr into a parked VW Bug.... totalled my car, but the VW was virtually undamaged..

That was in 1996.

....and I continue to love pot and I am a. MMJ patient here in Colorado. My favorite dispensary is Medicine Man Medical Market on Glendale....

I get my prerolls at $4.82 and that's .6 grams of pot.

I do have four strains of buds to smoke with my pipe... Lucky Charms, Alaska Ice, Ghost Haze Train, and NYC Diesel.

My mom can't tolerate the acrid smoke, so I had to switch to sativa...

I love the NYC Diesel as well.

I'm quite a fan, and I do like NYC Diesel, and the other day they had a preroll that was Durban Diesel. That packed a punch

It has every strain of mj along with effects, medicinal purpose, flavor, and tons of user reviews and pics. You can search the strain before you buy or explore new strains. Pretty fun.

My brother just loaded that app. He is about to start a 1 year contract that is 100% remote and we plan to spend the year in Colorado, maybe Nederland.

I didn't know they had one in Glendale. I'll look that up.

We've been mostly growing our own and have enough to do some creative baking. Lots of my friends and family are sleeping better with a nice, warm chocolate chip cookie an hour before bedtime.

Medicine Man Medical Market is their full name.

Used to be called Emerald Pathway before they changed it.

Glad you're here! First smoked it at a Tim Weisberg concert years ago, when I was 19. Tim Weisberg's music is spacey enough whether you're spaced or not. Wondered throughout the show whether I was actually high. Couldn't tell.

And I made the mistake of drinking wine at the same time.
Violently sick--enough to make it the last time I had any adventure with marijuana.

That was 1970 in college.

passed around to me at a couple of parties in the '70s. By the time it got to me there was almost nothing left. (I can't believe we actually passed around a joint from person to person - how many mouths had been on it before mine? Yikes!) Then 27th birthday - a friend who had a "source" shared some THC with me. Then we went out to eat and I had an Irish Coffee on the house as the birthday girl. I was feelin' good on the way home. The next day I retched my guts out. Nothing since then.

1962 in the woods in Wilton N.H.

out of HS a year. While everyone else was having a grand old time, I fell asleep. Actually, I always fell asleep, and just decided it wasn't much fun for me and passed on it. It was a lot more fun being awake and interacting "straight".

WHOA that first time was a duzy. I was 13 at the time. It completely warped my sense of time, distance, and perception. I remember walking uphill and feeling like I was not getting any closer to the top which I could see. Seconds felt like minutes, and the stars in the night sky were slowly moving, like swirling a bit. Oddly enough, this was the one and only time mj has given me a somewhat psychedelic high. It's just been all zen since then. I'm 33 and vape mj every night after work since Im 15.

we went to the park and then the movies. it was a double feature and i can't remember the first movie, but trainspotting was the second one.

I was already deep on the way to full blown alcoholism in high school...then I started smoking pot and pretty much stopped drinking. I used marijuana more or less daily all the way through college. Always got good grades, never wrecked a car or got in a fight or passed out on somebody's lawn. A few years after college I'd mostly lost touch with the connections I used to have to get pot, and my drinking resumed.

Within a couple years of quitting pot and resuming drinking, I'd been fired twice, arrested twice, evicted from my apartment and just about at rock bottom. I was only 26. Even then, it took me another 4 years of misery before I quit drinking.

I've never understood the panic parents have that their kids might go off to college and "experiment" with marijuana...yet they have no problem with feeding the kids a drink or two when they come home on break. In my sex-drugs-and rock n' roll days I tried just about every drug I could get my hands on. Not one of them was -- for me anyway -- as powerful or as life-destroying as alcohol.

I'm glad this country is finally coming to it's senses on the subject of marijuana. Never thought I'd live to see the day.

Mainly because it did nothing for me. I tried it, and didn't feel "high" at all. Or much of anything.

When I had to go to a doctor for a different problem years later, he gave me a prescription of a certain drug that was supposed to be effective for my condition. And that is the only time I have felt a mental type effect, it kept me awake for two days, I could not sleep, and made me so hyper, my mind felt like it was racing 1000 miles per hour. I told the doctor when I saw him again that if I had ever taken speed, then this is probably what it would have felt like. He then said I was part of a tiny percentage who had a reaction to the drug.

Tried mj a few times but it never agreed with me. Last time I smoked it was in 1995, after a six year drought before that.

Langunitas IPA, everyday.

this thread reminded me of the time my friends and I went to see Reefer Madness at the local theater. I'm almost certain that everyone in there was high. I'm still amazed that anybody could buy such a piece of shameless propaganda as that...

Back in days of high school and out on a "friend date". Actually, this guy was a pretty good friend to me, but I didn't realize it because I was just 16 and dumb.

I always liked it, never abused it, could go years without it, and frankly, can't wait until it's legal after reading some of the posts here. Apparently, as it BECOMES legal, you know what the hell type of high you can expect.

I'd say some here had some pretty shitty experiences, which is too bad, because unless it's stepped on or you combine things like poisonous alcohol, you should not have that type of experience.

Hello to DUers from Colorado!

Very vivid still.

Kentuck, your story is making me aware of how many different paths there have been through these last several decades of our history, yet somehow it all seems woven together. Glad you can get good weed cheaply and legally, hope it's working for you in every way.

riding in a car with a group of fellow students headed to Washington DC for a major anti-war demonstration.

Didn't do much for me. I never really liked the stuff. Had a very bad experience one time with hallucinations after someone handed me a joint that was laced with PCP, though I didn't know it. Smoking weed also caused sinus problems. Haven't touched it in more than 30 years. On the other hand, LSD... I loved it.

I could use a doobie right about now.

'twas the Summer of Love and every kid everywhere, or so it seemed at the time, was getting high high high.

I've had the opportunity and passed on it. I've been with friends when they were smoking it. I never had the desire to smoke pot (or anything else including tobacco).

The first time I smoked weed was between the fence of someone's backyard and a bunch of manicured shrubberies facing the road.

I was 13, in 1996. It was me and two other guys who I considered my friends, although I don't think they thought much of me.

We had this metallic purple anodized aluminum pipe piece. I was on antidepressants at the time (a staple of the Orwellian suburbs), and wasn't aware of the fact that antidepressants and dopamine-enhancing compounds like THC would massively multiply each other.

Since it was only a pipe piece and not a full pipe, it got hot very fast and burned my lips a little. But I was 13, so even that seemed cool.

At first, it was fun because it was new and "bad." Then it was like the world started expanding - little things looked big. I said these exact words... "Everytime I look at the plants..." and said nothing more, because the waist-high shrubberies around us expanded into a mystical forest. The weed wasn't laced with anything - it was just hugely enhanced by my antidepressants. They chuckled at my sentence fragment, and we parted company.

I started walking home down the cul-de-sac suburban street. As I walked, reality contracted down to a single keyhole point...and ended, for just a moment. I woke up still in the midst of walking, and the world was utterly different. Every moment was an isolated slate of experiences, quickly replaced by another. I was in a dream, but not a dream. I was terrified, and elated. The sky was an indigo infinity. Other people in the distance walked by, but they repeated in loop. In rational terms I now knew that this was what marijuana was, but I wished I hadn't smoked it. My heart felt like it struggled to beat, and I was terrified that it would stop.

When I went home, I was terrified that someone would know, but nobody gave any sign. I crashed on my bed hoping to fall asleep so that it would be over, and eventually it was. But ever since the world was changed.

was the question again?

You can answer anyway, though.

Got a brownie?

Started age 15, had next few years smoking regularly. Slowed down age 20. Probably smoked 10 times in the past 45 years.

We then joined the rest of our workers at a farm in the country. Partied and cried and cussed and just plain showed our frustration until about midnight when most went home. Those of us who remained shared some joints. Being my first time I went to sleep for the rest of the night.

As I always told my druggie friends "I'm high on life, I don't need anything else."

There are plenty of times I could have tried it (I spent a couple days in The Netherlands), but I've chosen not to. I'm not big on alcohol either.

Tried every beer imaginable, never found one that was sweet enough and didn't taste like beer. Tried oodles of different hard liquors but never found any that tasted like Pepsi.

Finally had to give up...all alcohol tastes like crap also.

HA! I drink Coke instead of alcohol. We are two weird people.

I know there was a couple times I smoked what had to be some ditch weed because I didn't get high.

When I finally did get stoned on it, I remember a bunch of us sitting around a campfire talking shit and me telling the story of the first time i actually got high, which was on Vicks Formula 44D. I was 13 and we were in Boston July 4, 1976 for the Bicentennial. I had a terrible cough and my mom bought me a bottle of 44D. Every time I coughed I took a sip out of that bottle. Before I knew it I was flying. What a great time that was too, the family together and getting along for once, Boston all decked out for the Bicentennial and me stoned on Vicks 44D...

Back in grad school, when my friends did it, I severely disapproved. Not sure why now since I no longer really care what people do at home or elsewhere. I think I was mostly afraid of getting in trouble. I think I still am, which accounts for most of why I haven't.

I also would be terrified of trying to acquire it, knowing it would be my luck I'd end up buying it from an undercover cop or something.

That sort of thing would cause me to lose my job. So it isn't at the moment worth the risk, until the rest of the country is like Colorado.

... that you don't smoke mj, if you're already paranoid.

So true.

wait for them to turn green.

Do you think anyone ever said to anybody, "I'm bored. Whata you guys say we go over to George Bush's dorm and get stoned with him.

I remember a cartoon from the late 60s showing to burly GIs standing in a jungle in the rain, wearing pomchos with 3 day beards. One saying, "I smoked Maurajauna once. It made me want to rape and kill."

I smoked for the first time with a guy from St Louis and a girl from Illinois in the deserted college baseball stands in Beaumont Texas.

We were getting ripped off by being charged $10 for a match box of pot.

Went to the student union after the munchies set in and the vending machine had cubicles with food that rotated when you pushed the button. I rotated the cubicles for 10 minutes before it dawned on me that there was only a certain number of cubicles.

Good times. But pot then was really weak compared to what's available now. The best available then was called Acapulco Gold.

We went to a park, smoked, I think I got high, and then we went to a Diner. I remember laughing a lot.

I know people who have, I've had a number of people ask me to hook them up with some, but I've just never had the interest in getting stoned and I hate the thought of inhaling smoke of any sort.

To many people I know who do smoke regularly aren't people I want to be in that they seem to be slackers who do not much but smoke and meander through life. I'm sure it's at least partially biased by the fact that they smoked regularly enough that I knew, where as those who may smoke in a more recreational fashion don't always advertise it as I've known people who only smoked on vacation all lived perfectly normal lives where they didn't have their lives taken over by pot.

I can't say that I wouldn't be tempted to intake a non-inhaled version if I ever developed something like glaucoma or cancer, but I don't think I could ever get past the idea of inhaling smoke.

I spent most of the movie watching the exit sign. The color in it really popped.

I would do it now though if it were legal here.

friend of mine had some. least i think it was. pretty sure it was . had me seeing multiple dimensions.


we were so afraid of getting busted by our parents that we both rubbed dog doody on our shoes to try to cover the smell.

about 3 years later i met up with a guy in the neighborhood who had plenty all the time no doubt was weed.

since then the longest ive gone without is about 6 months to a year.

30 year + smoker. in better physical shape then some guys i know half my age.

no health problems ever.

pot was the only reason I didn't kill the man.

Dumped the husband, kept the kids and the pot. Been smoking ever since.

That was almost 44 years ago. I've never been healthier!

We really do exist.

When I first moved out of living with my parents, the roommate I moved in with smoked weed before and after work.
I would smell it every morning and night.
One evening, he had a friend over, and they invited me to smoke it.
We sat at the small breakfast nook in our kitchen, and were laughing at the stupidest things.
It was awesome! I still giggle at the things we found funny.

The following night they invited me again, but it was really strong stuff and gave me a panic attack. I haven't tried it since.

My heart rate went through the roof for about 4 hours and I thought my head was going to explode.

I tried it a few more times in college with the same effect. It just doesn't agree with me. Even the smell of it makes me violently nauseous.

It's funny that both my brother and sister enjoy the hell out of it. My brother has smoked every day for almost 50 years.

I was 16. I was so paranoid someone might find out, I bought a joint 100 miles away during a school basket ball game and smoked by myself once I got home. It wasn't until I went away to college that I smoked with another person. We are still friends and are still smoking together 35 years later

I had never tried it or had never even been exposed to it prior. I was at Cu Chi, and it was night time at the bunker. A fellow grunt offered me a Marlboro with the tobacco rolled out, filled with MaryJane. I smoked it with him/them, and I was so paranoid that we were going to be hit by the VC that night. I remember walking from the bunker to my barracks and being blown away by how far it was, and how slowly I was walking. I survived. I smoked MANY times in Nam after that night, and had some of the most fun with my buddies, laughing and talking each other on adventures sliding down mountains of ice cream sundaes, etc. totally awesome experience.

Got blown up walking point some months later. At the time we had just left a village that was responsible for killing the platoon's sergeant a few weeks before I entered country. We were pretty angry with them, and we destroyed a lot of their rice, belongings, etc. I found a whole mountain of weed over a bunker they had in one of the hootches, and I stuffed an empty sand bag full to take back to the perimeter to share with my buddies that night. Didn't make it. My radio man walked in front of me when the C O radioed up to us to lead off the dirt road into the bush. My radio man froze and said, "God, I just stepped on a trip wire." BOOM! I remember throwing the weed away from me when they loaded me on the stretcher and carried me to the chopper.

Later that fall, maybe around November, I remember the mailman delivering a small package to the front door, about 10x6x4 inches, LOADED with nothing but fine weed. "Thanks buddies!" I was home and turned on some of my old school buddies, and we lived happily ever after.

I eventually became an elementary school teacher, gave up the weed cause it made me paranoid and confused, and I didn't smoke for the next 35 years.

I recently tried a joint with a friend, and it reminded me of how I would think EVERYONE knows I'm loaded. Still get paranoid, but I like the hours and days after getting high. It "grounds me", and helps me to focus on the parts of life that really matter. I wish everyone could experience that feeling. I even grew a beautiful plant in my back yard a couple years ago, but pulled it out a little early cause I didn't want my neighbor to see it growing. I have some with me now and will probably toke a smoke after my dental appointment tomorrow.

I'm thrilled the country is finally waking up to the fact it is NOT the dangerous drug they have been lying to us about for the last 60 years. Safer than alcohol any day, and some folks would really benefit from a smoke now and then. The world could be a much better place.

That's my story. No regrets. Wish I could say the same about booze. I'm damned lucky to be alive today with some of the drunken stupid-ness I survived. Damn good thing I didn't kill somebody else too. Worry about booze; leave Mary alone!

I can understand why some don't want smoke in their lungs. But there are differences. I would partake whenever a joint was passed around, never had a bad reaction. One time, one of my friends pulled a prank on me. They took a filterless cigarette and made it appear as a joint. Just one puff and I broke into a caughing fit. I told them the joke was on them if they couldn't see that tobacco was a killer.

After that first time I would have deeply profound spiritual experiences while smoking. Like seeing gods truth as I was driving down a hill, the top of my head came off and I became one with the universe during a Bob Marley concert, walking through a wheat field which was a moving piece of golden art and I could draw for hours.

Now, it is just too dang strong to enjoy anything or to have spiritual or creative experiences. Anybody know where to get good old-fashioned regular green pot anymore?

However, drugs are a whole different ball game when you have to take them in order to function. I've been on narcs or semisynthetics for 20+ years. I lobbied to get on Tramadol because I loathe the narcotic buzz, it just gets in the way.

I would love to get MMJ but you have to have one foot in the grave to get it in NM, even though the law has been on the books since the 1970s.

The summer after my father died. I'd been a good little girl until then but probably figured, what the fuck? And tried it. Didn't get high that first time. Can't say why I tried it again, but I did. Been smoking now for... 34 years, on and off. Never liked getting blasted on it, just as I've never liked getting falling down drunk. I learned pretty early that one or two hits got me plenty high to enjoy the buzz but not so incapacitated that I couldn't carry on a conversation with a straight person. Also, you can really only smoke once a day, you never seem to get the same high the second time, it's like chasing wind to even try. So I take a hit after work like other people drink a glass of wine. I can't figure out why more people haven't figured these things out.

A friend's birthday, my senior year of college.

That so many DUers have never tried it??

Or maybe they just don't want to admit it??

For me, it was a step in becoming more politically enlightened and aware of the problems of the world. It permitted me to have a spiritual awakening which I probably would never have experienced if I had stayed sober, or worse, turned to alcohol for escape.

But everyone needs to march to their own drummer...

From the Beatles:

I was a freshman in college in 1965 UNIV of Tx, Austin. The boy I was dating and a bunch of our male friends lived in a house about 10 blocks from campus. We sat on couches and chairs around the living room and passed Js around to the music of Dylan's "Rainy Day Women," Mother's of Invention "Suzy Cream Cheese" and "Don't Bogart that Joint," and the Loving Spoonful. On the wall were large drawings of cockroaches with slogan, "the meek shall inherit the world."

Great times. Some of the happiest days of my life. Now in my dottering old age (I'm 67), I have my own secret garden.

All of us were sitting in a circle on the floor and a pipe was being passed around. There was a knock at the door and I started to feel paranoid even before the lawyer-to-be opened it. The person knocking was a former STUDENT of mine. She came in, asked for matches and casually looked around the group, but didn't say anything to me before she left. I didn't know what to do, so didn't do anything but just sit there waiting for the police to arrive.

About a 1/2 hour later there was another knock. I actually had the pipe in my hand when that happened so I slid the pipe behind me under the couch and tried to look innocent. I thought my heart would beat out of my chest. The lawyer-to-be invited the former student in again as well as another person who just happened to be a CURRENT student. They came in and joined the circle across from me. By now everyone was looking for the pipe and I reluctantly pulled it out from behind me, passed it to the next person and began making plans to go back to my apartment where I knew I would be arrested. The students only stayed for a few minutes and I left a few minutes after they did.

Now this happened on a Friday night. All weekend I waited and waited. I knew I was going to be arrested and fired from my job.

But Monday morning arrived and now I had a new fear - what was going to happen when my student came to class? He was late to class most of the time, sat in the back and pretty much quietly ignored what was going on in class.. But this day he got to class early, walked up to the front and sat directly in front of me. Every Monday I ALWAYS started the class by asking what they did over the weekend, so I knew I had to ask the same question this day because the students expected it. Several students raised their hands as did you-know-who. He kept his hand up while a couple of the others answered the question. By now the class is wondering what the heck is going on because he had never volunteered an answer before. Those students who had wanted to answer put their hands back down and his was still up so I called on him. To everyone's surprise, including mine, he said in perfect French that he had had a really bad argument with his father and then went with a friend to a party and had a good time.

After class he came up to me and said that he didn't know that teachers could be real people too. He continued to participate in class and I have stopped at his place of business a few times over the years.

I did not smoke pot again!!! Today I am a medical marijuana patient and have been since April. I still don't smoke as I prefer edibles.

And the people who do should stop.

I suffer from perpetual dry mouth.
Also, I don't need to gain any more weight.

One day, at the bus stop, on the way to school,she gave me superhits by putting her mouth over the bowl and blowing the pot smoke back through the tube. I don't really remember much else about that day but the by the time I was ten I was selling joints for her at school.

I had already been hanging around people that smoked for about a year. I told them I wasn't ready and they din't push.

On a summer night in June I was at a girlfriend's house. I decided that night would be the night. We smoked a joint, my first but certainly not last. What I discovered, was that pot slowed me down to almost normal. For a very hyper person, this was a fabulous find! It also was an answer to my chronic insomnia.

I continued to smoke until I moved cross country and lost my connection. For the next several years, I smoked only very occasionally.

Then I was injured (TBI, paralyzed). For a number of years I listened to the doctors like a good patient and took the chemicals they told me would help my pain. But they din't do shit for the pain and, in fact made my health worse. At my wits end, I decide to try pot again. My body is very glad I did.

I've smoked every night since 2005 and supplement it with a glorious substance which I call my Love Potion (Cannabis oil).

I do not get high. It is my medicine .

And on November 4, 2014 it became legal in my state of Oregon.

walking to high school. Ending up fixating on 1st Period teacher's wingtips. Not unpleasant. Helps creative issues to this day...

a bunch of us hanging around outside at a friend's house. so weak it didn't get me high- though I pretended it was great.

I took a few hits off a blunt and felt really, really good (if a little spacey) afterwards. I've been smoking the stuff on a regular basis for over a decade now, and while I've dabbled (and then some) in plenty of other substances, Mary Jane and I seem somehow uniquely compatible. A few beers and a few bong hits are just about the perfect combination IMO.

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Grew up in a small southern Illinois town and heard of marijuana but never had the opportunity to try it. I met a cute college girl on Jacksonville Beach. She lit up a joint and passed it to me. I remember telling her that I never tried it before. She told me to take a deep drag and hold it as long as I could. I coughed something horrible, but I did feel mellow and peaceful. I didn't even know I was high. I thought I would see hallucinations, lol.

Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Roll another one
Just like the other one.
This one's burnt to the end
Come on and be a friend.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Ro-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oll another one
Just like the other one.
You've been hanging on to it
And I sure would like a hit.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me.
Don't bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me

Little Feat

Fraternity of Man did that song.

Have never tried it. Have had plenty of opportunities to try though...

But that second time, whoo-boy!

and then listened to Dark Side of the Moon on a little cassette player in the tent. Fly like an Eagle scout...

I remember once, on LSD, tripping out to the saxophone on "Us and Them." Good times...

I know no one is going to believe this but I was 12. My friend and I were walking home from school and there was a car kind of parked in a driveway but it was blocking the sidewalk where we were walking. The car had 2 or 3 older guys in it and they asked us if we wanted to smoke a joint. I was smoking a cigarette (yes, at 12 -- my insane mother condoned it -- don't ask) and both my friend and I said, "Sure!" We took a couple of hits, talked to them for a minute or two and went on our way. I didn't feel a thing so I'm thinking it was probably some pretty bunk weed. Anyway, I'm 59 and I've been smoking the ganja ever since. I did quit smoking though.

The absolute BEST ganja I ever had was from Kentucky, btw. It was probably around 1975 and it was something called River Road Red. I was dazed and confused for a good 6 hours. I don't know what the hell is in the soil in Kentucky but if that's a sample of what you guys could grow you should legalize it, sell it and tax it.

it down there~

Some of that shit wll paralyze you...

And I spent 15-20 minutes hanging out of my friends car (as we went to some concert) coughing my lungs out. I can't smoke that stuff, or anything really.

Now, LSD on the other hand, I loved that stuff, and had it seven times (first time wasn't a controlled space, but the other six were.)

Orange Sunshine out at sea on board a Guided Missile Cruiser. Talk about a wild trip. Night time was awesome with all the stars and water. The phosphate in the water glittering like a lighted city underneath us was so cool.

Still, it was on a secluded beach south of Galveston. Just three of us, and only two of us tripping. The third was our driver. However, he was such an empath that he ended up tripping with us anyway!

I have no idea what kind any of my hits were called, only concerned about strength and longevity (it always takes my body much longer than anyone else to metabolize any drug; and thus, I could trip for 36-hours while everyone else was long over the same dosage.)

While I'm certainly open to future experiences, I'm not in a rush. I just turned 30 after all.

because everyone said you get sick before you get high. I've since heard from other friends that's not necessarily the case. Still, the former explanation has stuck and it's not something I do to myself on purpose

I stopped taking acid sometime around 30 or so. Not sure why, but it might have had something to do with discovering binaural beats technology

All hippy girls in the bus.

late 1973, with my first boyfriend (soon to be husband). i was 18. me, bf and his friend john all sat around in the blacklighted 3rd story bedroom of john's big peptol bismol pink victorian house, toking up and drinking madria madria sangria. we were listening to ummagumma and atom heart mother on his stereo. i remember tripping out at the artwork on the albums.

good times...

Summer of 1972 - I was almost 16. A buddy took me over to the house of one of his buddies. We smoked up and sat around listening to Soft Machine and Jimi for a couple of hours. Good times were had by all and I was convinced.

I was out at a club in Miami with my sister and a friend of hers. They both went into the bathroom together and they were taking so long that I went in there to see what was going on. They were smoking a joint and offered me some. I liked it and appreciated the music much more. After that I smoked it off and on. But it was too fattening. I was ravenously hungry and would eat anything in sight in the refrigerator.

I never smoke it any longer because I have no desire for it.

At some of the parties I went to, you inhaled marijuana smoke or you held your breath.

1976 behind the barn while a goat was biting my shoe.

Still smoke a few puffs nightly.

to say it didn't go well is an understatement. I tried again at 27 and have been a faithful user since then. My mind runs 2000 rpms most of the time, pot takes it down a few notches. I see it as a natural tranquilizer. I believe if all the uptight a**holes of the world would take it up, there'd be a hell of a lot more Peace, Love and Joy all around.

I'm in KY in anyone wants to hook me up. LOL!

A few year ago when I taught school in another state I wouldn't have had a problem finding a dealer. I'm trying to wait until it's legal, but being sleep deprived isn't easy. I also thought about growing my own so that I don't have to find a seller.

Not for me - an intuitive thing. And I took a lot of shit for it from so-called friends.

had the same reaction the first time we got high.
"This is illegal????"
All dopers know how ridiculous the laws against getting high are, and we know the difference between drunk and stoned.
Drunk people have generally supported the incarceration of millions of American's, the destruction of millions of American families, and continue to believe the lies used to brain wash them.
I am also a Colorado resident and for the first time in my life I can be free to pursue my personal choice of happiness as guaranteed in our Bill of Rights.
I only hope that one day all citizens of our nation enjoy this freedom.

not sure what time zone you are in but your post shows this for me:

I am pretty sure it was somebody's homegrown male culls but I am not sure.
for sure it was pre-high-school. the grade school I went to had a bit of a reputation back then

I am so old that the guys you thought would be in prison for smuggling are now legal growers. Life is a Trip!

I can barely handle it, or even much alcohol any more, but enjoy all on occasion. I do want to do a road trip up to Colorado as I am not sure how long it will be before AZ progresses beyond medical. I have always had the dream and thought it should be legal to smoke weed, and considered the prohibition to be ridiculous. I am pretty proud of the folks here for at least getting to that point considering how backwards we can be/are about a lot of important issues.

Pot's never really done much for me, personally, except make me squint and give me munchies. I get a better high from chewing tobacco. Come to think of it, maybe I should try "chewing weed" or something like that.

Visiting a cousin who was a student at Tuskegee at the time...There was this big apartment and a huge circle of about 15 dudes sitting around puffing and passing...

I remember because after I was high enough, the most urgent, pressing (and funny) thought in my mind was to leave the apartment and get back to my grandmother's house to watch Monday Night Football (Panthers-Cowboys)...It was the 2nd quarter when I got back, and thank god my grandmother's house was only 2-3 miles from campus, because trying to drive home was an adventure in itself...I cleaned out half of my grandmother's fridge, and watched one of the funniest NFL games and some of the funniest commercials I had ever seen...

These days, I don't know what kind of shit I'm smoking with my current friends, because it never gets me *LOLZ high* anymore...Reefer seems to be much more of a nerve calming depressant for me now (Guess I need to finally educate myself on the different strains and effects, because I really miss that 'high' feeling)

laughing out of control. I had a very young baby then and I was afraid he'd wake up and I wouldn't be able to deal very well. To this day, I only toke when I'm relatively sure that I won't need to function.

Do people still laugh the whacky laugh-for-no-apparent-reason? I don't know if that's an initial reaction or if the strains are different and not laugh-inducing.

so I was always surrounded by it -- I vividly recall a big paper grocery bag of the shit sitting in the living room ready to be weighed ino baggies and thinking that was normal, like furniture.

But something about that ubiquity, and seeing the endless procession of stoners coming in to buy it, and smelling that goddamned headachy reek of smoke, and all the idiotic rituals surrounding its use made me hate it, and I've never once touched it (or any other drug) despite having infinite opportunity as a teen.

- Boring Straightedge Codeine.