Howdy! Around 15 years ago leaving home in my dad’s hand-me-down ‘72 Ford Econoline Van, I ripped a bit of weed from my trusty pipe. Driving out of my neighborhood, turning right on red (legal here in CA, I rolled a bit through the light right in front of cop, DOH! He pulled me over, said the van reeked of weed of course! Did the usual field sobriety tests, but I passed with (high)-flying colors. I had less than a gram of weed on me so it wasn’t a career making bust for ol’ John Q-Law, so he gave me a 50-50 chance of getting out of it. He pulled out a quarter and said heads or tails, i shit you not. He flipped it in the air, i mumbled tails never fails! Sure enough, it was tails, and he let me go!

“The illegality of cannabis is outrageous, an impediment to full utilization of a drug which helps produce the serenity and insight, sensitivity, and fellowship so desperately needed in this increasingly mad and dangerous world.”
Carl Sagan, Astronomer
Also pick up a Texas sized copy of A Glorious Dawn out in Third Man and listen in a whole new enlightened way.

I’m underage so I cannot legally smoke haha

I saw the face of god while listening to “high ball stepper” on the muni train in san francisco in summer 2014. turns out the face of god is daru jones’ drumming.

There is no better experience then listening to music you love under the influence of THC the mind & music just flow as one as the wind on a beautiful breezy day, The collaboration of music, the mind and the THC is a marriage made in heaven as the focus and the understanding of the music just screams and runs through you veins so soothing to the soul, It can be so memorizing and peaceful and the energy it brings is so alive, its truly a great experience every time and it’s how I end every day I live and I love it, if you haven’t tried it please do so, it’s a wonderful experience.

I went on a camping trip to death valley with my then girlfriend. My raging stoner friend Johnny gave me an gift. It was an edible, a chocolate chip cookie. I’ve never been intro drugs, and don’t even like taking any meds. Therefore I am hypersensitive to everything. I’m 48 BTW. Johnny is a raging stoner. He told me to eat half of the cookie, and if I didn’t feel anything, to eat the rest.

We get to death valley at around 11PM. After a couple of beers, I suggested to my girl (who had a bit of a drug past) to try the edible. We split about 1/8 of the cookie, just a little nibble. After a few minutes she asked me to walk her to the bathroom. As we walk there, she stopped to tell me “this is the highest I’ve been in my life”. I just looked at her and my jaw dropped. Since she had experience with edibles and drugs in general, I realized I was about to get REALLY FUCKED UP. So sure enough, we get back to the camp, and it hit me. I could not even kneel, I was on the floor, in panic, asking for help, waking the whole campsite. I remember looking at her, through a tunnel, knowing it was her, but seeing sasquatch. I guess at some point I passed out, seemed like an eternity. I woke up the next morning, still ripped as fuck, but no longer panicked or hallucinating. I remained high as fuck for the rest of the day. I remember talking to one of my friends who was camping right next to our spot. I told her "man, last night I got really fucked up, I’m surprise nobody heard me calling for help. She replied “oh, we heard you”.

I felt high the following day as well. I know, you guys are all shaking your head, but hey man, weed is not for everyone.

Needless to say, I was not an awesome experience, but it made a good story.

Moral of the story: DON’T TRUST YOUR STONER FRIEND WITH DOSAGE ADVISE IF YOU DON’T HAVE MUCH EXPERIENCE
WITH EDDIBLE AND/OR ARE HYPERSENSETIVE. Imagine if I ate half of the cookie, or all of it. YIKES!

True story BTW

To be honest- I don’t need to write an entire journal entry on the best time being high. It’s simple- 11/4/2023- first time sharing some dope with my nephew from Iowa. Bob is on the spectrum and we have always connected on another level. I’m just grateful that Bob is comfortable with me and wants to share these moments with me.

This is back in 1995 so after picking through many a seed and stem from my freshest 4 finger 1/4, I rolled a joint and stuck it behind my ear like a tradesman would a pencil. After a fat bongload of seedless/stemless herb, I clean up and head out to a friend’s house and along the way, grab some quick and easy fast food to share with my friends. About a mile from my destination, I see the flashing lights behind me and decide my best course of action is to pull over and hope the kind officer lets me go with a simple warning. After the usual dialogue, he asks me “is this for personal use?” and I assume he means the bags of food to which I reply, “yeah it’s for me and my friends”. I’m a little confused by this until he reaches in my , car and proceeds to pull the joint from behind my ear. The officer was having such a good time with our interaction that he tossed the joint on the ground, stepped on it and let me go on my merry way. I arrive at my friend’s house with this amazing story and food for all but the only concern seemed to be that I didn’t bring the joint. Gotta love stoners! Priorities always in the proper order.

The runner up story is getting super high before seeing The White Stripes at a tiny club in San Diego. We walk in and the “opening act” is a bunch of Betty Boop cartoons. The show was amazing but I remember calling my buddy the next day and asking if he saw the cartoons too. Thought for sure it was just me being real high but turns out it was a real thing.

Was pretty high and eating some popcorn when someone put on some Deep Purple at excessive volume. I got focused on the pounding bass and drums. Being totally zoned in on that relentless pounding I forgot that I was eating popcorn. After a minute or so I got this feeling that the bass and drums had rattled my teeth loose. Inwardly panicking about this I quickly left the room and headed to the bathroom. Not wanting to lose my teeth I plugged the drain and spat all my teeth into the sink. That’s where I came back to earth and saw that I had spat popcorn all over the . Needless to say I gave up Deep Purple after that.

Thee years ago I was so high that I was craving Chick-fil-a. I noticed when I entered the restaurant that there was a playground inside the restaurant. After finishing my meal I started getting very sleepy. The manager with a police officer woke me up. Apparently sleeping for an hour and a half inside the playground is frowned upon.