In the early 2000s I had been very ill for about a year and a half. I had tried everything that the doctors had prescribed to help with my pain and nausea, unfortunately none of them helped. Finally my very loving partner took matters into her own hands and contacted our adult son to see if he could bring a joint over for me to try. After some serious debate I agreed to try it, but only if she would smoke with me. We both took a couple of hits and almost immediately I felt better than I had in two years. We were both laid out on a huge sectional watching south park. We both thought it was the funniest show we had ever seen. Then this car commercial comes on and they are advertising three cars, one price. My partner looks at me dead serious and says " Who would want three cars, how would they even get them home. I just stared at her to assess wether she was making a joke and finally asked are you serious. she said " yes who would want to buy three cars. I started laughing so hard I literally peed myself. The whole time she is saying “what the hell is so funny” almost to the point of getting angry. When I could finally catch my breathe, I explained that they didn’t give you three cars, they were all just the same price.We both just started laughing again and at the same time said Im starving. After that we went to the kitchen and cooked a huge meal and I ate like an animal. The next day she said that she was never smoking pot again because it made her too stupid, but that she had to admit it was the best night we had experienced in a couple of years. Im much healthier now and we rarely smoke, but I love to think about that night and how much we laughed and ate and enjoyed ourselves.

My selfie name is ynot.

Got high for the first time with an older brother. We were driving back from a wedding rehearsal dinner and went over a train track hidden by trees. As we careen over the tracks, we find ourselves in the spotlight of a train. Mind you, I’ve never been high!!! We both screamed and were so surprised we beat the train. We look back. No train passing behind us. There WAS a train. It was stopped on the track. Talk about freaked the fuck out. But yet here I am, bong in hand, cultivating for a medicinal cannibas company in Florida. #cultofation #allhailation

A child of the late 60s early 70s, pot was never far from reach. As 12 year olds, my best friend and I would listen to our KISS and Alice Cooper records while getting stoned. Then go ride our bikes in circles till we fell over laughing. Being introduced so early, I didn’t partake as often in late teen years, just occasionally if someone passed it around.

Forward to Halloween 88. Enveloped in this new band Janes Addiction, and loving my first motorcycle, went to spend time with some buddies at UC Santa Barbara for Hallows Eve.
While preparing for evening of……..well, whatever!! Came to realize hadn’t eaten much and was starving. Went to collect a friend next door, who had just pulled from the oven a fresh batch of brownies. Did I mention I was hungry.

Might have been a discussion, maybe a warning? Don’t remember. Just stumbled out into a sea students, strangers, and things that go bump in night. Awoke next morning in a hamok, in a backyard of someone I didn’t know a mile or so from where I started. Best comparison, Homers “trip” in the desert. Some of the images come back, some I try to forget!
Woo who?

The story of the first time I got high.

A buddy I used to have hits me up to hang out. When I get to his place he tells me about the video game store manager that invited him over to chill and play the new video game system that had just come out. We were both broke seniors in high school and couldn’t afford the new console so it took little convincing to get me to agree.
Not knowing anything about where I was going we started walking. Mile roads crept lower and lower until it was dusk and we found our way up to a house with no lights on inside or out.. As I’m about to ask if we were in the right place a guy comes walking out the front greeting my friend and asked if either of us knew anything about engines.
To keep a long story short I ended up fixing a generator at what I can only assume was a trap house. Once it was up and running we got invited inside where a bunch of people were hanging out and getting the lamp, tv, and new game console powered up. As a thanks they passed a blunt and invited us to sit and check out the next generation of games. I remember taking my first hit and being blasted off into space.
We ended up hanging out into the early hours of the morning. People coming and going. Freestyle rapping going on in the basement as a guy gave haircuts. Still to this day I wish I could remember all the bars from a freestyle that covered every Arnold Schwarzenegger movie you could think of. It was a great night but looking back I was such a stupid kid.

True story. Don’t tell my mom!

Thanks for the opportunity to share my story for the giveaway!
Hope everyone is well and happy holidays!

Thanksgiving Eve, 2012 maybe?, Tinariwen plays at the Majestic. I’m not a smoker but I must have been the only one there not holding. I’ve never had such a 2nd-hand buzz. I wasn’t thinking about why Woodward was closed and we had to park out back. So, in through the bowling alley but pushed out the front door after the show, as tingly as I’ve ever been. They threw the doors open and there’s a giant Cookie Monster and that yellow hird from Peanuts. I freaked the fuck out and could not get around the corner fast enough. They were staging the floats for the parade.

To much to type on a small iPhone keyboard with my sausage fingers! Just give me the record already! Geezzzzs

Used a fork to finish with the smurfs that wanted to steal my pasta, the table ended with plenty marks as reminder of that incredible battle. I miss LSD

(Disclaimer: If you smoke every day, a little bit of weed has the same impact as a drinking one or two beers. It’s just calming. Driving when you’re f***ed up on anything is a definite no no, but who hasn’t drove after a beer or two? It is different than driving drunk if you’re just a little high.)

Story: I get wound up when I drive (in Nashville, how could you not?) and my partner is a super gentle soul and he’s not the biggest fan of me driving because of how I am. I’m lucky he loves me. Anyway, my favorite high memory was a very calm drive up 65N for a show downtown one Friday night years ago. I was hanging in one of the right lanes, going with the flow, had some chill music going, and my man gently placed his hand on my leg. I looked into his eyes, and he said, “I like how “high Ryan” drives.” We still laugh about that.

I had something great and profound here but I’m hanging with Gary Payton right now… and I forgot what I was gonna say! 😂