Stupid Pothead Stories

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