Stupid Pothead Stories

I talked about my first time smoking weed, and it reminded me of why I like weed. I was like any normal teenager, I would drink with my friends, and smoke weed. I was never really big on other drugs. I have tried some other stuff, but none has been as user friendly as the weed.

Now my drinks of choice are rum and coke, tequilla, and some beers. I have not been drunk since a christmas party in /02, and probably have had maybe a case of beers in the 3 years since. Mostly when I drink it is socially with friends, and it is usually one or maybe two. Now for me when I get drunk, I am the happy, I love everything kinda guy. I have never had a hangover, and I only got sick once and that was my first time drinking, when I was 13, and my older sisters boyfriend thought it would be cool to get me drunk when my parents went away.. and him and I polished off a 40 oz bottle of rum.. not the best move for me back then..

With Mary Jane it is a wonder feeling for me of just being chilled out. I can listen to music, watch movies, or television, read a book.. It just relaxes me, though my wife things once I start talking I just come up with the most stupid ideas (she is a non weed girl, though she has tried it on more than one occasion). I have always been a man of peace, with not much in the way of judging people. honestly I think a lot of it has come from the weed culture. I you are a smoker, and you have gone places, you know that there is a culture of smokers usually stemming from a kind of kinship of a vice. I have met some friends in my travels throughout the years that i still keep in touch with because of weed.. I have learned about other cultures, other races, and many things about different people over the years because of smoking. Some people think that as a drug weed is a gateway to others. Yes for some it can be, but I guess that the people who use harder stuff, would be inclined to do so anyways. Me, I liked the weed.. I have never been in a fight while high, I have never gotten mad while high (some dumb arguements yes, well heated debates), and i have never gotten in a lot of trouble because of weed. Cops are usually cool when it comes to marijuana.

So in my opinion weed is a great way to get relaxed and to just chill out from a hard day, or week…

Not sure if this even makes sense to anyone but me..

Peace and smiles

Let me start from the beginning, this will be about memories, stories and thoughts from a man who has been a big fan of Mary Jane for well years. Where to start, what to remember, and what can I drag out of this head? Those are some of the questions I will ask myself when I sit and write my stories. Feel free to interact, I like comments, good or bad. I feel that years of smoking has chilled my out, and kept me relaxed for years. I am not saying drugs are a good thing for anyone, what I am saying is that smoking marijuana for me has been a good experience overall.. Some crazy things have happened, I have had some strange things, but mostly good stuff.

I guess that since this is the first post, I should start from the beginning from what I can remember. I was probably around 13 years old. I had tried smoking cigerettes, and had been a smoker around my friends, did some drinking in my time. I always had open parents so i never really had to hide anything from them. One day a friend of mine was over, and we were hanging out in the basement of the family home. I was looking for a tool in my fathers tool box to fix something. Well underneath the hammers, screwdrivers and other assorted stuff was a little silver box, which looked like it might have some more tools. So of course I opened it, and there was this little baggy of green stuff. I thought it was my dads pipe tobacco,. I said to my friend, whose name is Darren… I think this might be something my dad has a pipe over there, lets try this.. Darren had never tried a cigerette, and we both thought pipes were cool. well after we put in about four pinches I would take a drag, and he would, then me then he.. and all the time we are coughing our asses off.. After a few more pinches we started laughing, and giggling about everything we saw… about 15 minutes after that, Darren is like man, does your mom still have those cookies upstairs, they are just calling my name. well mom had baked 2 pans of cookies, and went out to wherever. We ate both pans of cookies, and listened to some music in the basement..

Darren went home, and i guess mom had woken me up and asked if i was coming up for dinner. She asked how long i had been asleep, i said i dont remember feeling really foggy. I could not figure out why I had been so hungry and found everything so funny. When we were all in the kitchen, my mother looked at my father and said how she did not care for my friend darren, she said he must have taken all the cookies when he left. I said I was still in the basement, and did not walk him out. Never had him over anymore. But i kept thinking what was it that made me feel all just cool. I was listening to my parents talk, and said he thought that darren stole some of his marijuana, and the cookies. Of course I was an angel to my parent, and they never asked. That is when I figured out it was weed, and well a monster was born.

that would be it for now. Not sure if this is a good story or not, but it is mine. I am not a writer of any kind, so if there is spelling and grammer problems don’t tell me deal with it.

Peace and smiles

T