My 18th birthday, I wanted to buy my first pipe at this place, kinda like Spencer’s, novelty items and what not. So I took off school and me and my buddy drove to ms (because you could buy ciggs at 18 and that’s where the store was lol) I burn one before going in the store, I’m kinda nervous about buying the pipe, so she walks over and says what will it be….i said “yes il take that pipe and the led zeppelin blanket haha I’m just kidding…I don’t need the blanket” so she asks for my ID I give it to her and she says “birthday?” And I reply “yeah it is” “no what day” ……“today” so I guess at this point she realizes I’m blitzed out of my gord and decides to mess with me by asking “sex?” And I just walk away lol, I never got that pipe….I still think about what it would have been like lol, but I don’t smoke anymore, whenever I start to miss it, I just think about that lol

I was 24 and the new kid on the block in my chosen profession. It was my first year in the position & I had made friends with several of the other new hires at the time; all 40+ year old, suburban-ish house wives with kids in high school or college. One night after a long day on the job we went for drinks. It was two days before the holiday break and we were all at our wits end dealing with our ‘clientele’. One of the gals said that we should get some weed and have a little pow-wow on Friday after work to celebrate the upcoming break. Being single, having an apartment not far from work, and having only one, maybe two, prior experiences with the devil’s lettuce, I offered up my place. My place wasn’t the greatest apartment in the world. In fact, I didn’t have much for furniture other than an old couch and a couple of folding camp chairs. When everyone arrived we all kind of sat ceremoniously on the floor in a circle around a paper plate. The gal that brought the herb took it out and started pulling it apart and grinding it like a pro. I and the two other gals (I remind you they are all at least 20 year my seniors) just kind of look at each other in astonishment at her deftness in rolling this joint. She informs us that her family back in upstate NY, who are all doctors and lawyers, smoke anytime they have family get togethers and that she knows what she is doing. Since we were at my place I got first dibs. We then sat around that paper plate in the middle of my sparsely furnished apartment toking, choking, hazing, and blazing for the next few hours. Pretty soon they all left so they could go home and make dinner for their husbands and their kids and I went and bought a Big Mac. Good times.

One time in high school I took the varsity quarterback to lunch with the “stoner” crowd. We smoked our lunch before going back to school to build homecoming floats. Right when we got back to the school the backup quarterback came up to us and derisively called out the stoners for smoking their lunch and wasting their lives. We agreed with him through glassy eyes and stifled laughs. We then built the shit out of that float!

My growing collection of weed paraphernalia now consists of a “California Dreaming” Blackwell Photo and a Autographed Tommy Chong Hash Bash Poster. Tommy and Ben… BEST BUDS!

Got home early from work, see a third man records mailer on the table, open it to find the KASABIAN blue lp i ordered from the vault novelties , spun one up and discovered a new band that just won’t leave my turntable, thanks TMR for turning me on to this band as i never heard anything from them before and took a shot in the dark, love it to bits, look forward to spinning this sleep lp and a gager in the dark and hope you can help repeat the sensation for me, ( the herb is by prescription ), listening to lps in the dark has been a patron of mine since the 70s as it seems to mirror image the 2 channel sound and helps to forget the problems of the week.

Smoked every day for over a decade. Lived in Denver for 5 years and grew my own there. My most memorable moment would have to be when I blazed up with Scott Weiland from Stone Temple Pilots. He was doing a show at a record store in Louisville KY called EarExtacy in 2007. I was tring to secretly smoke a bowl over by my car before I went in to the store to do some pre show shopping. I look up to see the man himself looking directly at me. He asked if I had good stuff and I just nodded in dis belief. I handed him my bowl and just talked to him about life. What was going on with him at the time. I told him how I was a culinary student becoming a chef. He handed me 2 tickets for his show the next evening at the Palace.(the show at the record store was a free acoustic set) It sucked bad when we lost him. I’m glad to have this memory though.

Was on a scientific conference with a colleague of mine. We scored some good quality weed at a bar after the conference dinner wile going for a few drinks. Ended up heading back to the hotel with a guy from the conference which stayed in the same place and ended up smoking a few blunts the three of us. Had many pretty interesting subjects and at the point we got too stupid to talk about anything decent we started looking at our hotel room and talking about it, it was a pretty nice room with integrated kitchen (apart hotel) and all you need for longer stays. My colleague and I were sharing the double room so it had a decent size to it. We ended up talking about the room of the other guy with us. He was staying in a single room which he described as small but it still had a kitchen and all, I couldn’t believe the fact that it’s small but had space for the same kind of kitchen we had so he and I headed over to his room and check it out. It in fact had everything as he described it and was pretty well organised, so there was space for all of it. Beside the kitchen there was a closed door, in my guts I knew that it probably was a door leading to the hotel room beside but I didn’t think very far at that point. I asked what the door was for he said he didn’t know and that it was closed the day before. We both, me in lead decided to open the door and have a look, ended up opening the door finding a guy in his underwear… On his bed… With a laptop infront of him… And some pretty severe xxx clips running. It was a real panic situation for all of us, our minds were just too cohibited to react fast enough and the poor room neighbours just didn’t expect it at all. After having passed far more seconds than ever intended we all started yelling sorry sorry sorry and ran each in the directions we should have. I ended up back in my room pretty happy that I was not staying in the single room. Gladly when I woke up I had forgotten the details of what I had seen. Lesson to everyone: don’t ever think of even trying to open the door to the next door room, specially when your reaction time is bad. You might end up seeing far too much.

I’m not much of a pothead myself, but recently I went to Amsterdam with my brother. A time was had, and much food was consumed. One of the places we went to while rather inebriated was “cannibale”, a burger spot. we ordered our respected meal and the food was served. I was very into my meal of course, but I look up to see my brother saddened, almost on the verge of tears. “What happened man?!”, I ask. He points to the ground, and there on the ground was one beef patty with a sole bite missing. The beef patty slipped out from between those two buns and landed flat on the floor after his very first bite. The look of heart break on my brother’s stoned face will forever be ingrained on my brain. While he was on the verge of tears, I was literally crying from laughter. He’s 27. It was hilarious.

I,ve only smoked weed once and i was in a really bad mood so i did it to try and chill out but it did the exact opposite and my anxiety went through the roof then i had to be driven home by my friend who gave me the weed and i kept screaming “THIS IS NOT WORTH THE HYPE”