Stupid Pothead Stories

As I have gotten older, the smoking has been a lot less often. But the other day an old friend of mine and I met up in the ATL, and he had some great bud. I was driving home after coming down a bit, and remembering the old days when you were called a stoner, and we would hot box the cars, which I was reminded again from one of the comments on here. Thanks by the way, its nice to know someone is reading. Now in case you dont know the term hot boxing, that is where you fill the car up with smoke with all the windows closed, so not only are you getting the first hand smoke, the 2nd is fucking you up as well.. I was hanging with the Ramsey boys and Chuds and J and I were hot boxing their old Vette with the Che option.. or better known as a chevette.. We were at the old park near my place, just smoking and smoking and well smoking.. we hot boxed the shit out of the car.. after a few minutes chudley decided it was time to leave, so he opened the window just enough for him to be able to see out. we got to one of the lights, and this older couple was next too us just staring at these 3 idiots in a car with a ton of smoke coming out the cracks of the windows. The old guy says something about it being illegal. we went about a half mile to the grade school and some of our friends were playing ball, and of course they noticed us pull in and came on over to give a wasssup to us.. we opened the doors and the rest of the smoke comes out, and of course they are wanting to get into a new session with us.. Of course we are soo fucked up laughing, but of course we are all for some more… I dont know how we did it, but we got 9 dudes into a vette, and smoked kept that fucker hot boxed for a long time.. we would sneak out quick get some air, and jump back in for more.. One of the dudes who was the least stoned ran over to the store, and spent somewhere around 48 bucks on munchies. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening hoping in and out of the vette smoking and laughing, and of course munching.. I do remember heading back to rookies place, and his sister saying that we reaked of pot, and to not let his parents near us… we eneded up watching Highlander at his place till we all came down.. I walked home from Rooks, and of course he came out for the walk too just to smoke one more.. There are many hot box stories I have been involved with, but right now, I am done..

P.S. the smoke my friend hooked me up with rocks, did I say that?? Time for a mini alone daytime special, even though it is only 3:20.. its an hour later somewhere..

Peace & Smiles

There is not much better than TV while high, well sex, but thats not the topic. I can not say how much TV I have watched over the years, and I could not add the hours of baked viewing I have done. Certain shows lend themselves to weed better than others..

One of the best and worst shows I can think of at the top of my head is Ren & Stimpy. Now I must say the only times I had watched it in the beginning was when I was high. I remember a marathon on like 8 hours or so, and the boys came over and we did a huge session, and thought it was the funniest shit ever made. Now that I have seen some of them recently well, not soo great.

I have to say the best show I am into right now is 24, and I have never seen it high, I have thought about it with every episode, but never have. For some reason I can see Jack and the crews antics being quite awsome viewing when you are totally fucked out of your mind. Of course the conspiricy theories could possibly mess up your brain.

OK OK… this one is gonna hurt, but Saved by the Bell is an awsome show when high, yes yes it is. Its freaking funny when you are high, moreso the older ones.

And probably my favorite show The Wonder Years, great straight, and fantastic high.

There are many others, but those are the ones that stand out in my head right now..

Peace & Smiles

For those of you who don’t really know what jonesing is, it is basically a craving for weed.

I can not count how many times over the last few years I have been jonesing for some smoke. Now as most pot smokers know it is not addictive, but there is a draw to the weed that we all love. I have been at home watching a movie, and all of a sudden in my head there is that feeling, that damn, I would love some weed right now. Or I am drving somewhere, and I wish I still had my old contacts too call. Or I am chilling listening to some music..

The other day, I was just sitting back listening to some floyd while my wife was doing something, and I just was thinking wow, back in the day, I would have had at least some roaches to be burning at this point. I still buy some now and then, but I am not always stocked anymore..

Break, funny enough it is 4:20 right now as I am writing this..

ok sorry about that, I found that kinda funny.

I remember one time in particular, it would have been just after the streak, I was on vacation in England, and was seriously jonesing for a blunt. I had met up with some family and was trying to be on my best behavior with them, well their son who was around my age and I decided to drop into a pup for a couple of pints. well after a few hours of well some solid drinking on my part, I still was kinda unsure if he was a smoker or not. Well I went too the pisser, and lo and behold some 40 something guys were lighting one up in there.. Well my nose perked up, and I must have had the most amazing lost puppy dog eyes, cause they asked me if I was interested in a puff. Of course I was smiling before I even said yes.. So there I am letting the jonesing out of my head, and funny enough, one of the guys asks how long I had been jonesing for. I said probably a few days, and that I was visiting some family. Well about 30 seconds later my cousin walks in, and he has this look on his face of total surprise. His first words were, If I knew you smoked, I would have brought this out.. and he pulls out a baggy.. damn him, I never even smelled it.. Well now whenever we get together there is always a big huge fat zeppelin joint shared..

Thats is it for now.

Peace and Smiles

I was re-reading some of the comments left by the most awsome readers in the history of blog readers (which has not been that long I guess). I never did get onto the topic of girls who smoke weed.. This is at least my experiences, so if you got some please feel free to let me know. I have known many girls who smoked or do smoke some weed.. I am just writing about the girls I can remember right now..

One of my best friends in the world Hoffer and I have had many a good sessions, I have probably mentioned her before, and if I am repeating myself, well then you can skip on to the next part of my story.. This friendship has shown me that it is totally possible for a boy & girl to maintain a close bond, that never ever has turned to anything but a true friendship.. We would hang, play scrabble, watch simpsons, smoke a ton of weed.. she is a fuckin trooper, and at this point in our lives more of a champ than I.. She really is an attractive girl, and believe me I had to defend that we never hooked up ever.. Which is strange that none of my dude friends never believe me. But it is true.. Just in case the old dudes read up on me.. And I have had a few female friends who I have smoked with for years.

There are the party girl smokers, who just go from guy to guy gettin all the free smoke they can, I have known many of those girls.. tease the hell out of ya, smoke a ton of your shit, and then leaves ya for the next dude.. Usually a cool girl when they are high, but when you are not smoking quite not the cool chick.. I have always refered to them as GREEN DIGGERS.. I can tell you about a few of those girls.. The one that comes up quickest in my slow ass brain is Debbie Richmond.. I went to college with her, and we were not really friends, except when I was at a party smoking, she was in my neighborhood, or I was in the car between classes puffin on a fatty. She would somehow know that we were smoking, I guess a weedar.. I dont know how many times my years in college some friend of mine thought they were going to get some from her. Of course I was one of them for the first little while I knew her..

Next is the weed whore all she does is do dudes for weed, which is usually some one you don’t tell your friends about, and lie if you ever have been with her.. That one pretty self explanitory I guess.. Or at least better..

There are the casual smoking girls, you are at a party, or some social scene, that only smoke when there is a group of people partaking and they just join in occasionally.. Good people, and always cool around you, they just are part time smokers..

Then there is the best for a single dude, the friend with benifits smokers.. You are friends with them, you dont want anything more, but sex while high is always soo damn great, that you tend too hook up after a night of partaking. I had a friend in College named Devon who was probably the most beautiful girl I had ever known personally, and we would hook up at least once every couple of weeks having a session.. We still email each other now and then just too see whats going on in our lives, and we usually talk when we are high..

Well thats all I can think of right now…

Peace and Smiles..

I just got to thinking of a time before the weed. I remember wondering what that smell was I was at my cousins house. I knew they were smoking, but it smelled different.. Now I just love the smell of the weed, when I walk in a park, or somewhere, and smell it I just smile, a huge smile.. I love going to a concert and smelling the sweet smell of peace.. I do not know how many times a friend of mine has gotten in the car, and said, “dude, did you just smoke one”, or someone coming over and asking, “why did you not wait for me?”. I remember a line from the simpsons after someone was smoking some dope, one of the kids said “this guy smells just like Otto’s jacket.” I dont know how many times I have gone out for some munchies, and someone could smell it on me. I have heard the comments from older people, and people around the same age as me. One time we were in Mc D’s and this group of people around probably in their 30’s at the time were at the table next too us, and I heard them say they could smell us.. They had finished before, but were kinda sticking around, well we got done and were leaving. In the parking lot, one of the guys had walked up to us and offered to buy some off us. Of course I asked how they knew, and they said they could smell our clothes. So we offered to meet them around the corner and smoke with them.. after arriving at the park, we all had a great session, and of course they knew the puff puff give rule being older smokers.. We would see them around town quite a bit after that, and there was always this unspoken kinship. Ahh the smell of the plant…

Peace and Smiles

Sorry it has been over a month, I did not even realize that, for anyone who cares..

College was probably the best time I had had in my life. I was working, so money was not too much of a problem. My student loan had paid all school stuff, and housing.. so all i had to worry about was food, gas, and weed.. My roomy jakers and I thought we were the shit, we even had a consecutive stoned streak we thought was the coolest thing in the world going on.. One night in the beginning of the first year, I had to work at the station until 11 pm.. And Jakers had a class til 10.. he called me from the phone at school saying we were out of weed, and maybe the streak was going to come to an end.. of course I can not remember how long it was at the time, but I know it was well over 2 years straight, starting in highschool.. He said he was going to work on it, and I said I would do my best, though it was tough from work.. Well he stopped by the station at about 10:45, and said he had no luck.. I tried calling the few people I knew and nothing at all. I was tempted at the time to say something over the air, but I really liked my job, so that was not an option.. Tough choice though I must admit.. Well we left at 11:10 pm, the next dude was late.. bastard, dont ever be late in radio.. RULE ONE..

Ok so we got home, and neither of us had any hidden stash, nor roaches.. we went out to find some.. by the time we left the apt, it was about 11:35.. 25 minutes left.. we went to the coffee shop to see if any old faithfuls were there.. nope no one.. so we are starting to get a little nervous, talking about how all streaks come to an end, even lou gerhigs.. but we persisted… 11:42, still nothing.. at this time, we are driving around to all the places we know our friends hang.. 11:48, no one is around.. we look up and see that we are near this girls house jakers has a crush on.. I say, well dude, why not stop by, and see her.. He said he was not sure if she was a smoker….. well we did stop in at 11:51, and she was home with a couple of friends.. her roomate was there with a couple of friends too… and they were just starting a fatty in her room, we could smell it.. 11:54 yes only 3 minutes in and I am kinda like damn what do I do.. so i get up, and well knock on the girls door, thinking, I hope I know this girl, and can think of something too say.. We had no clue who her roomate was at the time… She opens the door, and after a really quick glance, and a thank you to JA, she was a classmate of mine, whom i smoked with.. so i quickly asked if she had a book we used, that I had supposedly lost.. I was proud of my quick thinking.. She said she and her friends were about to smoke one, and we were soo invited to join.. 11:56… Jakers is kinda at a crossroads, the girl he was into apparently was not a smoker, and he had to choose between hanging with her, or jumping at the weed presented to him at the time.. At first he talked to her, and that lasted about one minute before he was in with us smoking.. 3 minutes to spare and we kept the streak going of consecutive smoked days. of course that girl was never really that friendly with us anymore, but the one we smoked with ended up dating me for the rest of the school year.. Yay me.. Last I remember our streak of consecutive days, went thru the last 2 years of highschool, and 3 years of college. but I dont remember how long after college it lasted for me.. But I do remember one day Jakers calling me and saying his was over, and mine was not long after that..

Well I guess I’m done for now..

Peace and Smiles..

Thinking back to the days when I probably smoked the most was during the summer of my college years.. But during the school year, we smoked a lot.. first year I was living with a friend in an apartment.. it was not unlike things back home in high school… we hung out, smoked a lot and played sega, or whatever system I had.. I also had a cable box, which unlocked everything, and they never unhooked the cable from the last tennants (well until the last week if i remember right). Classes were classes, and Jakers did not have a car, so we would both use mine.. But since we got a free bus pass being students, and the stop was right in front of our place, we mostly took the bus.. which of course while you are waiting, we would smoke a fatty.. and the 15 minute bus ride was awsome.. by the time we got to campus, we started getting the munchies, so we got off the bus one stop early, and stopped at the store.. (who made his money off potheads like us).. we would load up with something to drink (usually gatorade for me) and of course chips, and some skittles.. Head up too class (which is why college rocks), we’d eat in the classes (freshman years, everything is held in a 200 seat class).. we’d try to keep things quite, but were lucky that most of the prof’s were pretty funny… I remember a few times that the prof’s were pretty sure we were stoned, but they smoked I am sure.. One day, our favorite history teacher from highschool was stopping by town for some reason, and he happened to call us and ask us for lunch.. For the years we had him as a teacher, he knew we smoked, we knew he smoked, and would kinda hint at a session together.. We went for lunch, and he paid which was nice.. we asked if he still had some time, and wanted to check out how his students were living.. (It was not a bad apartment for students really, of course if I looked back on it now, it would look shitty i am sure) . As soon as he walked in, it looked like the home of two potheads.. a couple of bongs on the table, a baggie, papers, ashtray full of roaches (which were used only on special no weed occasions, it did not happen too often, but when it did, we had enough for a few days).. Well we had a great smoking session, learned a ton of school gossip, and have a smoking friend for life.. Even now when I go visit home, we have a quick smoke together.. Well for now that is the beginning of my school Daze.. I will do more when I have the time.. Thanks for reading, and any comments are good comments..

Peace and Smiles.

Now that I am a semi responsible adult (I use the term very loosely) but thinking back those were the days.. I am not sure if I should start at the end of my day or beginning…

After much thinking I decided to start when I woke up.. I’d open my eyes, cuss cause it was too early.. snooze for an extra half hour.. wake up.. have a glass of water.. roll a fatty, read the paper and have some cereal. then i would check out the sports highlights. get dressed go to the gym, do what I did there, which mostly consisted of flirting, take a shower there. Get back in the car, smoke a roach I had from the night before. When I got home, I would throw on the video game for a bit, smoke a bowl or two. Then get on the drum kit for a couple of hours with the head phones on.. sweat my ass off.. take a 2nd shower ( I am obsessed at being clean, I know not the norm). Call a few friends make some plans while eating lunch.. Head to work do my four hour shift, smoke a joint on the ride home. Usually a friend or two were already at my place, and looking for my stash. Which I always kept hidden (there was always a baggy in the back of the pussy bar on my not working motorcycle 71 honda 750, just in case you wanted to know) As a good host I always left enough for a couple of bong hits, which I thought my mother believed was a flower pot. We’d watch a movie, or play some games. Have some dinner, a few after dinner joints… If I was with the band we’d jam for a little while, if I was not we’d just chill some more. After the dudes and the few girls that hung out with us, I would head into my room, throw on the head phones, and crank up whatever I was into that week (usually some form of rock, but there was rap, and some pop, and some old country) smoke one more.. Chill for about an hour, and fall asleep.. Unless I had a girlfriend at the time, then use your immagination..

That lasted for a couple of years I would say… Next I will write about both my college days, and my working days.. Hell I will tell ya what I did today if you really ask nicely..

Peace and smiles..

Damn busy boy is me…

I don’t know if it is just me, but I do feel a twinge of pain in my stomach when I see a huge pot bust. When I see the seizures on TV about how much weed is taken off the streets I have a moment of silence for what could have been. Just seeing all those packages there, makes me wanna cry like a child.. I have never purchased such a large quantity in my life.. But seeing thousands of pounds in a room with police looking all proud kills me. What do they do with it?? I know keeping it for evidence, but what do they do after?? Do the cops get to split it up with the lawyers and judges?? Do they burn it?? If they do can I be the guy who puts it in the fire?? I would not even take a pay check for that job.. I was reading how the State of Washington seized 135,323 plants. One stat in the article made me smile “Marijuana in the 1960s averaged between 1 and 3 percent THC content. THC levels in recent years routinely range between 10 and 25 percent” that is awsome.. more bang for the buck.. but it went up in smoke so to say.. In Nashville last week 722 pounds.. It was soo close to me.. I am still mourning the loss… In May the Mounties seized the equivilent of 7000 joints.. I crying shame.. 7000 joints, do they know how long that would last me.. In Phoenix last week somewhere between 7-9 thousand pounds.. And all the times I was jonsing in my life, these seizures are upsetting..

Peace and Smiles…

Ok, when I was on vacation, I went home to see my family… Well we stayed at moms house, and of course hooked up with some old friends… Jakers, and his bro Davie still live with their parents about 10 houses down from mom… so it kinda made me laugh that we were rollin and smoking them in their basement.. of course it was exactly the same a little playstation, some tunes… the only difference was at about 330 am my wife was asking if i was coming back to moms… ok that part was different.. its funny hanging out at other friends places with them having kids, and the guys are hanging out in the back puffing away… damn it was a good trip though… memory lane when high with friends you dont see to often is to me the best thing ever…

more stories when I have more time..

peace and smiles..