The first comment I saw at OS this morning was (paraphrasing as the post is now down), "Neil, do you really think it's wise to state right here on your blog that you purchased illegal drugs sometime in your past? Really??"
Next thing that caught my eye was a post by zanelle titled "smoking a bowl" and thought, HA... alrighty then, that kind of a day!!
zanelle opens thusly:
"The first time I smoked Pot I loved it. We were all in the basement apartment of my college friend. We had purchased a half full baggie of primo weed on the University Avenue for twelve dollars. Someone passed me a joint as I was sitting in front of the fire place and within moments I was in the fire. Not literally, but my imagination was like a spider crawling on one of the logs. It was hot."
It's a must read (so go do it... peer pressure ya know)!
My comment-- "Far out z..
A joy to read this and so much I want to saybut think I'll go get my bit of groceries, then come
back here, take a couple of hits and read again.
(god forbid I get high and go to the grocery store-
I would never get out of there)"
.... later in the thread:
Linda~ "Only smoked pot twice in my life and did LSD twice. It just never did anything for me..."
then...
Just Thinking, replies to Linda-
@ Linda: "...Pot notoriously takes three to five tries for most people before they 'feel' anything..." It was try #4 for me, all those years ago.
Oh my!
No, don't mind admitting; I once, in the seventies, purchased 'illegal drugs.' Guess I was born to question 'authority.' The laws against pot, to my (our) mind(s), were somewhere between discriminatory.. and just plain stupid and wrong.
So, I-we endeavored to ignore them!
My personal memory, to answer my title question of "how many times did it take" goes like this.
First time- a friend from school (was like 28, greasy, and hung out by the back fence... KIDDING!) gave or sold me 'a joint.' Prior to that day I would have sworn on a stack that I would NEVER "do drugs" I still can't recall exactly what was going through my mind that day- why I took it.
Curious? Yeah, I suppose!
Smoked it... with another, already 'initiated' friend, who became stoned, but I did not. I felt cheated! In a conversation to that effect, that day, my bud-dee told me, looking at me like Johny Depp might today, "it takes a few times before you feel it, man."
So I didn't give up! And yes, I believe it was the fourth, or maybe fifth time, before "I was in the fire" zanelle.
So to re-cap... zanelle, first time (and I've known many that way... no rule as such)... LOADED!
Linda... two times but gave it up, maybe in frustration.. no matter. It's not for everyone.
Just Thinking-- with the great memory, lol.. the fourth time.
Me, about the same as JT. We would put on "the tape," on a huge reel to reel-- a recording of Paul McCartney's "RAM," drink iced tea, and... philosophize!
Your experiences... or thoughts?
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Sheeittt I have brownie stories too... thanks for the reminder.
A buddy of mine and I invited a third friend, John, out to go partying. He had just broken up with a long-time sweetheart and was in need of some out-with-the-guys time. He knew Al and I use to party a lot…and decided this was a good time to see what it was all about. We drove in my car.
On the way to the party we decided to get st0ned. Back in those days, we use to do that…get stoned while driving. (Bad idea, but I never did get in any accidents.)
Anyway, our friend John mentioned that he had tried pot only once and it did absolutely nothing for him…he was not interested. But Al and I light up a dube anyway…and just passed between the two of us. At some point, John decided he would take a puff…but it was a paltry try…just trying to “be one of the guys” kinda thing.
But he was in a closed car, so he was getting plenty of smoke just by being there.
It was a long drive (made longer by the pot)…and Al and I were laughing and enjoying the hell out of the trip. My car was a Chrysler Newport, with a stereo system that was world class at the time (8 track back then). Great music…good conversation, but John mentioned several times about how pot just did not do anything for him.
A song came on…one by Elton John that John especially liked. He mentioned how much he liked it…in fact, he mentioned several times how much he liked it. He complimented me on the sound…and asked when I had gotten the new stereo system installed. He mentioned how much better the new system sounded than the old.
“John,” says I, “you are stoned. That is why the song sounds so good.”
“No, no,” replies John, “I have always loved this song…and the stereo system is exceptional. That’s all it is; the pot is not affecting me.”
“John,” says I back, “this is the first fucking time you’ve ever ridden in my car. The stereo system came with it when I bought it….and was not installed between the time you got in and now. The pot is kicking your stoned ass.”
Needless to say, John almost shit his pants. He not only was stoned…he was discovering what it was like to be stoned.
I don't know. It's really hard to tell.
My first ( hash in a petrie dish through a pippette, shoved into a closet & told to hold my breath ) was fairly uneventful, so I became a strictly lsd man. mikonos, shiva. 100 to a sheet of blotting paper which lasted about a week from memory, & involved driving onto an airport tarmac & letting the dogs out to say goodbye to a friend who needed to be at work in the morning & lengthy conversations with the police.
shit I miss those guys.
nanatehay you stoned lying weasel. Or wolverine.. whatever
daisy (such a sweet rendition of YOU... ha) NO I CANNOT IMAGINE YOU ON COCAINE... ok, I can. Not a nice mind image. Then again the image/memory of ME on 'coke' is no better. Fuck...
Thank you for your enthusiasm here...
Surely more will be along :D
I didn't say it's still horror to be in earshot of you I said it's still an honour to be an earwig in your pillow !
Keep writing the eulogy !
WTF Margaret's mother was right !
Joo Joo eyeballs !
However, you pointed out one flaw in my theory...or did you?
When I first read that you didn't feel anything but the experienced stoner did, I thought it was a refutation of my theory because it demonstrably worked on somebody else . But, it occurs to me that the stoner might just have gotten "high" because his brain chemistry already knew symptoms to produce.
The first time I smoked weed, I was 18 I think and it was incredible and intense. I still say if you didn't get high, it wasn't weed.
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Frank, your comment is a blog in itself, and a good one. Rated!
Kim.. hash in a closet din't do it for ya? Straight to the lsd then.. yeah me too, except the pot (Colombian, and hash like Nepalese Temple Balls, and real Thai and every other southeast Asian variety, not to mention Panama Red and Acapulco Gold... oh, and hash oil).. we kept smoking, even on acid.
Phyll- " eyes swollen closed and your mouth hanging open?" Me? How did you kn......oh!
(of course I DO like to write fiction
now and then)
If you have a friend who smokes weed, but does not try to get you to smoke some with him...
...get a new friend, because he ain't a true friend.
But don't drink and do that, you die, according to the label.
And hell, if the Feds haven't showed up yet for half the crap I've written, they sure aren't going to show up if I wrote, "I bought some acid off a friend from school, when I took it two hours ago, he said, 'make sure you don't go outside, the lawn gnomes will getcha...' but I didn't listen and soon I was running away from the lawn gnomes...."
Hold on, some folks in mirrorshade sunglasses are at my door!!! Teehee!!
Scarlett: nice disclaimer but.. you know, who cares? Really.. oh well.
Amazing to me that our government greed factor peoples don't figure the tax benefits... other benefits, a lot of them. All I can guess is that it's more profitable to take big pharma and alcohol money. I'm thinking, room for all!
I usually just tell the nice Feds what they want to know like, "Yes, I do realize writing about the President's penis is kind of kinky!" :D
No drugs involved with that post!! ~teehee~ I LUBS U!! ~SMOOCH~
I would've like to have read Neil's blog that was taken down. Beyond that, I'm getting really tired of people overusing the "Really??" no matter what subject.
It smells funny in here. Really ... :)
zanelle glad you got your stoned self over here!! Yeah, me too!
Spuds... vote, qualification, for FIRST PUFF.
Noted
Tink I LUBS U 222!
Another time, I went to a party and there was LSD in the punch. I didn't know it. I went home and couldn't sleep. Woke up my mom, told her I was too high to sleep. She said, you know what you need to do? Take a sleeping bag out to the backyard and look at the stars. So I did. Mom was a sport.
And we are still alive... freaks. Or... better adjusted?
I'd really like to one day experience pot when I wasn't in charge of one person or another. Except I don't like the idea of smoke in my lungs because my dad had lung cancer. I guess I'm stuck with beer.
"Prior to that day I would have sworn on a stack that I would NEVER "do drugs" " ~ funny, it was the same for me ~
I remember it was the new girl from Chicago that stole pot from her Dad that we smoked those four times, while cutting tennis team, no less. That was completely shocking, every part: I was cutting class with the new girl!, her Dad had pot, she stole, she stole pot!, she had divorced parents!
...she was the first girl I knew who wore black eye liner...
Ah, those pivotal moments in life : )
Thanks, tr ig, thanks zanelle, fun memories ~
wandering off to find Tink...
strictly an lsd man, you say? *files away*
You and my husband then, back in the day : )
He misses his guys too.
....only special creatures take the strictly lsd route, in my humble experience...that might be a compliment,
I'm not quite sure though....
If you don't try it, you just don't know what it's about. Now, I don't smoke it because it does nothing for me (too bad) and medical marijuana is legal! Meh. The acid and shrooms were a load of fun.
was in 1967. People had heard about funny things taking place in San Francisco, but we didn't know quite what was going on. Life magazine had a cover story about dope, so my roommate Cooper went out, and for $5 we got about half a lunch bag of Illinois dirt weed harvested from along the Foxboro Road, where I imagine it still grows to this day.
Anyway, we started in on smoking the stuff. And we kept on smoking, rolling one bomber after another to no effect. And halfway down the bag, we started laughing hysterically as we figured that the guy who sold this shit to us had substituted parsley or something for dope.
Then we went to KFC and we each had a bucket of chicken, but I still hadn't been laid yet.
But that's another story.
It took three times for me. But then again, my dad was the one who first introduced me to pot -- at 13. I had just gone to live with my dad after the divorce and was living with my mom up to that point. It was the summer of 1974.
My dad, he sat me and my next oldest brother at the counter top bar in our apartment and said, "Boys, you're going to be exposed to this stuff at some point, no matter what I do. I'd be a hypocrite if I told you not to do it, because I have."
My brother and I looked at each in double take fashion while making a quick eyeline back to dad. Was this a trick? Is this some sort of test? We weren't sure what the hell my dad was playing at and we knew he could be a pretty sneaky son-of-a-bitch, so we just sat there, impersonating statues.
A few seconds later, my dad sighs and then says, "Well, I just want you to know that if you decide to try it, I want you here in the house, not out at some park somewhere around people you don't know. I don't want you out there buying it from people you don't know or from people you just met -- you could be being set up and end up in jail." He waited a few more seconds and then asked, "So, have either of you ever tried smoking pot?"
My brother and I repeated our double takes, trying to get a clue from each other how to respond. We both shook our heads.
"Would you like to try some? I have some upstairs in my dresser. It's pretty old and I don't know if it's any good anymore, but if you want to try it, I'd feel a whole lot better if you did here with me, instead of out and about someplace where you don't know anyone."
More doubletakes. I wasn't ever stoned in my whole small life up to this point, but the entire lead in was a complete mind trip all by itself! After a moment's hesitation, I said, "Uhh, okay, sure, dad." Then my older brother nodded and said, "Yah, me too."
My dad was horrible at rolling a joint and the thing looked like it had been injured in a bar fight. This limp, wasp waisted pinner looking thing (I didn't know the terminology then, but I have always been able to spot a quality job -- that joint wasn't it) was what we smoked the first time.
I don't think I got high that time. I'm sure the second time, a few weeks later I didn't get anything more than a mild buzzing sensation. Literally, I had this sort of buzzing sound in my inner ears, but other than that I felt totally regular. I can't say normal, because I've always been a pretty strange person.
That third time, though, with the same pot and shared with a couple of friends I'd met during summer almost as school was ready to start -- wow!
Since then, I have smoked my fair share of different varieties and grades. I've never been less than a straight A student in school, I don't really like alcohol, and I've never been inclined to do more than pot and the occasional shamanic mushroom spirit journey in all the time since (and I am not now so inclined.) I don't even smoke cigarettes.
Pot, from my perspective, is the Great Equalizer. It allows you to better connect with people and while you may not be a great listener while stoned, it does get you thinking more and about more things that normally don't cross one's mind, except in fleeting shadowy thoughts you usually can't even catch.
In school people always claimed I was stoned, because of the stuff I was always willing to talk about. At parties, when I met those same people and they were stoned, they would almost always say, "Dude, you're a trip, but I get it now. Wow, you're really weird, man, but in a good way. I get what you were talking about now. Wow."
I never ever became paranoid from smoking pot. I'm already always paranoid, but then again, it's not paranoia if you know they're really out to get you, right? Totally kidding.
I'm pretty scatterbrained in the short term memory department and when I got stoned, it was much worse. I'd start a sentence, like one of these here, and get going, get sidetracked, run off at something else, and like a kid at a park that suddenly realizes his parents are not right next to him and he doesn't really know where he is in relation to them, I'd go blank and realize I completely forgot what the hell I was trying to say in the first place.
That's when laughter usually helps.
Music is so much more awesomelier when high, no doubt about it. And if you ever get a chance to see a Laser Light Show with music, going stoned is pretty much a prerequisite for the ultimate experience.
Okay, now I've forgotten what the hell I was talking about. And I'm really hungry all of a sudden. Anyone got any of those Nutter Butter Peanut Butter Cookies? God those taste great!
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Me neither.
Love it how jlsathre still got out of just by being here.
y'know.
18 inches closer to thou.
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This was a fun read and the comments are hysterical!
Michigan passed the medical marijuana law but now they are trying to reverse it.
Having dispensaries is the best shopping trip you can take. They even have "medibles" which come in the brownie or rice krispy variety ; )
Zanelle opens with the traditional “first relocation” as I call it , of her conscious focus…
A spider on a log, good. This is mental metaphor. You can look at anything long enough and get enlightened. Anything. But you GOTTA HAVE THE PATIENCE & FORCEFUL ONEMINDEDNESS FOCUS…like when you were a child reading, ha, a graphic novel or if u an old boy like me, an ‘incredible hulk’ comic.
.... later in the thread:
Dosages are important, as is the social expectation. Gotta say, my friends told me ‘getting baked’ would be just the thing for me, a shy pale bookworm who hated people looking at him .but wanted more than anything, to see, to look back………….getting baked in that special subculture was cool..my head exploded, I spoke spontaneous poetry, I saw telepathically the doings of homo sapiens, through observed gestures. I played zeppelin and doors and then Dylan….
The fact that your first high sucked is a bit analogous to something else that transports us, I gotta say….your first lovemaking is embedded in your head….the two things have nothing to do with each other except metaphorically….if it was bad, or disappointing, or horrifying, then that colors all further judgments on the experience.
But every ‘experience’ is different..
These mild mindaltering things like cannabis and alcohol (done moderately) , if done in a warm safe place of spirit, can be uplifting…..lsd from what I hear, too..and….and..
Though I would add one thing, if reefer makes people less interesting, it also makes them more tolerable.
like many folks, i smoked pot... back in the day, but havent for a long time.
as you know, my dear child has been seriously ill for many years, and since we live in california, she is the proud owner of a medical marijuana card & uses it.
i have seen the medicinal properties of pot first-hand, and am a huge advocate of the herb even though i dont smoke it myself. in fact, i bought the daughter & her bf tickets to the High Times cannabis convention in LA this week-end.
Love the black and red image.
Be sure to go see Myriad's and Scarlett's "how many times" posts. If there are others someone be sure to let me know!
This was an open call? I guess so! Far out
First damn time!!!
Anyway, the best thing about stoners is the not fighting part, but better hide the Haagan-Dazz (sp 2?)
too lazy to google these right now, "I wonder why .... ?"
Juice from the Mango, Milk from the Coco-Nut, Bud of the ... :
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