Remember your first doobie?


I was 9 years old and snuck into the hatchback of my sister's escort when she was sneaking out. She found me when she got to her boyfriends farm. She didn't want to leave right away so her , and her boyfriend and his friend Greenbean(lol) share one with me in the cornfield lol. She told me I was saying things like I saw my mom riding a cow next to us rofl. Stupid lol. I never smoked again till I was 16 and in high school. What about you all?


1982, eleven years old
Got a fatty from a friend's older brother and each said we were staying over at the others house. Planned on sleeping in the woods. Got really baked and paranoid and ended up sleeping in an old 47 Chevy in my barn. Thought I saw an old woman riding a bear. Went back next day and there was a fake bear skin rug on a clothes line near the woods. Obviously I just saw the woman hanging it out but fuck if she wasn't riding that bear around her yard that night. Somehow that experience kickstarted my love of cannabis and I became a regular smoker shortly after.
16 yrs. old with two of my best friends and I didn't actually feel anything the first time. Quarter of a day rolls on and were still trying to get high with Josh's mom's homegrown stash reduced to leaves and popcorn flakes. It hit all of us with the same effect at the same time. We spontaniously lay on the bed laughing like fairies and could not hold it in.


In Bloom
Summer of 1976 I was 15. I worked during the summers of '75 and '76 for a tent company, putting up and taking down tents for county fairs and festivals.
Long days and hard work; but it paid well. $2 an hour. lol.
It was a hot summer day on our way back to the shop, a co worker introduced me to weed. Three of us were riding in the back of a box truck and one of them whipped out a leather pouch and said "anybody want to get high". Long story short, he twisted up a joint out of some redbud he had. Been getting high ever since.
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