So this is the day, huh, 4/20 right?
For me it’s a time of remembrance. The first time I smoked the devil weed. All of us have stories to tell. Like many things the first time is well, not always the best time. It sure wasn’t for me.
My best pal, Jeff and I bought a gram of hash.
His older brother, Doug, told us this was the way to go. So Jeff and I went to 7-11 and got a corncob pipe. We put some tin foil over the hole and placed pinches of hash in the bowl. Then we lit the hash.
Just one problem.
Since neither of us smoked cigarettes, we couldn’t hold the smoke in our lungs. We were both 14, in ninth grade and nobody our age had smoked dope yet. So we knew nothing about it. We wanted to be the first cool guys to do it and tell the world. Or at the very least, everyone at Meadowbrook Jr. High.
We were out in Jeff’s garage hiding from the parents. And we kept asking each other, "So do you see colors yet? Is anything melting? You dizzy or high?" We looked at each other and nodded, Uh, NO. Finally after an hour the hash was all gone and I said to Jeff, "Hey we got ripped off by your older brother, man. This stuff isn’t real, I don’t feel a damn thing."
Jeff agreed. Here we’d spent 8 bucks for nothing. What a let down.
Then we went to his brother who laughed at us. "You two dummies wasted a gram of great smoke," he said. "You have to hold it in your lungs, dumb ass."
Then he said, I want to be fair, so he promised to get us a bag of weed. A lid. Remember that slang?
That meant an OZ or ounce.
So Jeff and I went to my house in OP – had a couple guys with us – but they chickened out. They’d heard the stories – if you smoke weed you might jump out a window and kill yourself. So Jeff and I were the white mice – the testers.
The two of us went downstairs to my basement bedroom. A room with black lights and posters of Jimi Hendrix and Zeppelin – and maybe Easy Rider. We sat on a sofa and rolled a joint. This time we tried hard as hell to hold it in…listening to "Nights in White Satin."
And after several tokes we began to laugh out loud. We couldn’t stop laughing. What a great night we were gonna have, cruise to the Plaza, show off how high we were, get the babes to watch us. What a night we were gonna have, my brothers and sisters. Next thing I knew Jeff and I woke up. We were still on the sofa but it was the next morning. Sunday. We missed the God damn weekend.
The weed knocked us out.
There would be countless nights of smoking weed, later trying Acid, and other new ways to get high.
Yep, we were the cool ones, we were first. It gave us bad boy reps, and that got us girls. So I guess it was worth it all. Sure we had some fun times back in high school.
Believe it or not I quit doing all drugs shortly after Stanford and Sons opened in the mid 70’s.
I was still more or less a kid, but wanted to be a success so no more getting high.
That lasted about two years.
The landscape had changed. When I started smoking weed, good weed had seeds, crap weed had no seeds – usually home grown Kansas stuff. It didn’t get you high. Now suddenly in the late 70’s, seedless pot was the thing. Grass from out west, homegrown pot from northern Los Angeles.
Christ, it was too strong.
I took a couple hits and thought I was on LSD. Thought I might have to go to the emergency room. Scary.
Today I rarely smoke. It does make you horny though but also sleepy and hungry, right?
Now it’s even legal in some places. And there’s K-2 or K-3 in some spots – it’s all over the place. You don’t see hash much anymore, that was primo smoke though.
In the end it was all pretty safe and look at Tommy Chong. He’s been doing it for 60 years and seems OK to me.
Oh well, happy holiday.