My first time smoking weed was in high school…a friend got some weed that he called “creeper”. We smoke…i nearly died from coughing and didn’t feel a thing. On the way driving home…it finally kicked in. Immediately my friend and I both seemed to think that we had a flat tire…we pulled into 7-11 and checked every tire. Nothing. So we got some junk food and sat on the curb and just laughed about it. End scene.

… In India, when we smoked weed, we were offered Indian snuff yet. My friend was sitting on the floor and when he sniffed Indian snuff, sneezed and flew to the door on his ass. Yes, His pants were torn and we laughed a long time hahhhahaaha

Awesome task of Blackwell. I remembered a lot of stories and it made me feel good! LoL

In college, me and 3 buddies went down to a greenhouse (about 2 hours away) to cop some plants. I was the driver. When we got there the other 3 grabbed trash bags full of plants that had been chopped. I was like no don’t get me trash bags of plants we need actual living plants. They convinced me to go with the trash bags. We drove back to campus and smoked some of the “weed”. It turned out that it was in the trash bags because it had no active ingredient. No high, no nothing. A dangerous unlawful excursion all for nothing. I look back now and laugh (and cry)! lol

Sorry my joint went out anyhow we took the thousand dollars we made and bought a barracuda that car was beautiful and fast a little too fast it turns out because poor Bobby Sputnik ended up crashing into a pole that day no one was hurt except Bobby’s pride and of course the car that’s my story and I’m sticking to it

Back in 1978 I was going to Osborne High School in Detroit Michigan a friend of mine bought a pound of weed for $400 and we went out to the suburbs hung out at a park and sold joints all day when we got to $1,000 (and we were selling joints for a dollar a piece remember it was 1978)

[after Dewey accidentally barges in a room filled with smoke and groupies]
Sam: [coughs] Get outta here, Dewey!
Dewey Cox: What are y’all doin’ in here?
Sam: We’re smoking reefer and you don’t want no part of this shit.
Dewey Cox: You’re smoking reefers?
Sam: Yeah, ‘course we are; can’t you smell it?
Dewey Cox: [Dewey doesn’t have a sense of smell] No, Sam. I can’t.
Reefer Girl: Come on, Dewey! Join the party!
[takes a hit off a joint]
Sam: No, Dewey, you don’t want this. Get outta here!
Dewey Cox: You know what, I don’t want no hangover. I can’t get no hangover.
Sam: It doesn’t give you a hangover!
Dewey Cox: Wha-I get addicted to it or something?
Sam: It’s not habit-forming!
Dewey Cox: Oh, okay… well, I don’t know… I don’t want to overdose on it.
Sam: You can’t OD on it!
Dewey Cox: It’s not gonna make me wanna have sex, is it?
Sam: It makes sex even better!
Dewey Cox: Sounds kind of expensive.
Sam: It’s the cheapest drug there is.
Dewey Cox: [at a loss and out of excuses] Hmm.
Sam: You don’t want it!
Dewey Cox: I think I kinda want it.
Sam: Okay, but just this once. Come on in.

The first time I got high, I took notes because that’s who I am:
I’m high. Time isn’t making sense. I have vague memories of what I’m told has been the last hour. I have a bunch of pieces of memory but i don’t know if they’re real or where they go. It’s like I’m floating in and out of a word that I haven’t been able to think of in the last hour. I feel like I’ve been writing this note forever and only for a few moments. I was feeling like we should do something but now I’m not. I feel like I won’t remember writing this. I keep feeling like people are coming and going. There is a weird crescendo in my head. This is not like being drunk. This seems much better. I sincerely think each thing I’m writing, then I don’t believe if I’ve thought it or not. I’m having trouble remembering the beginnings of my sentences before I finish them. I would definitely not drive high. I feel like my reality is so unreal right now that my dreams are going to be insane.

During a summer break in college, I worked at the Space and Rocket Center in Huntsville, AL. It was the 1st time I lived outside my home state. I almost had 2 lives: the one where I worked nights at the Rocket Center and hung out with co-workers, and the other one where I made friends outside the Rocket Center and would drive about an hour south to a town to hang out with them in the mornings before work.
One of these mornings, I went to a friend’s house. He lived at home with his mom while going to a local college. His cousin was in town from Arizona for the summer. They liked to enjoy the mary jane. I don’t drink, much less do “THE DRUGS!”. But it never bothered me if others did. But because I didn’t do anything, I didn’t know what was going on half the time.
I come to my friend’s home. His mom had just left for work. So I walk into his room, and he and his cousin are putting blankets around the window and taping them down. I thought it was because he didn’t want anyone to see them smoking weed. So I’m on his computer with his cousin next to me. She’s talking about what she wants to do that day and the coming weekend. Then she starts laughing uncontrollably. I looked at her, puzzled. Then, my friend turns my chair around to face him, and gives me a big open mouth kiss.
What I didn’t know was that he took a big ole puff before turning my chair around. So as he kissed me, he blew all that smoke into my mouth. And I learned a new term that day: Shotgunning. What I would learn later that week is another term: contact high. When I got back to the Space and Rocket Center to get ready for work, I became incredibly paranoid that the group of kids I was in charge of would smell weed on me. So I took 3 showers and washed the clothes I wore to my friend’s house twice. And after they were dried, I put them in a plastic bag. My friend and his cousin laughed when I told them that.

Back in 2004, when I was in high school a guy I knew bought some “weed” – he describe having an incredible trip where is mouth was a roller coaster car, a very Disneyland-like experience! Turns out what he bought was actually catnip…so the million dollar question….does catnip get you high? I’ve never had the urge to find out….