I put it down in 1979 when I left the US Air Force and decided to go to college. I knew there was little chance of me putting in the study time needed if I was getting high. I knew nothing of limits then. Then I just sort of forgot about it as life went on. Now I am back, regret leaving it for so long. I don't have any old friends who smoke and usually smoke alone, but it is still a joy.
I first tried a bit of the herb in '58.Still trying it ,but only some evenings at this point in my life.I was way out of control with alchohol until I tried L in '68.Just like a lightbulb going off,the error of my ways became hugely obvious and I quit the juice for 22 years until I could manage to get my emotions under control.Couple 'a beers now is fine for me,but the juice is a killer for sure.I enjoy weed because my mind surprises me with the funniest damn stories and routines ever when I partake.
I got old had to learn to smoke with young ...hahahaha I be honored to smoke out with ya. And I don't smoke with any crackheads or obnoxious old farts. I am the sanest crazy man I know.And I give away stories like water. But pot induced sometimers is catching up with stories, faster than I can get rid of em...hahahhaa :cheers2: peace n love I smoke to your positive future... Keith
I started smoking in 1969. I'm now 62 and at some point about 10 years ago stopped. I was living in Japan where it is extremely illegal still. Plus, I think because my energy to get things done was starting to wane, the addition of reefer wouldn't help that any. HOWEVER... in November 2007, a group of my women friends from my 20's came together from all different cities to rent a house in Baltimore for a long weekend. We used to always get high together in the early 70's. It was a town home and the owners told us we could smoke outside but not inside. So Peggy was the only one who smoked and went up to the roof to smoke her cigarillos. In the meantime, Margie is in the first floor bathroom and sticks her head out and goes "psssttt" to me and crooks her finger to come in. She was smoking a doobie with the fan on. I joined her for the first time in years and it was GREAT! We were giggling and opened the door and all the smoke poured out. In the meantime, Peggy (still on the roof where the fan from the bathroom vented) started smelling a very familiar smile and thought: wtf? She went to find out what was going on. The rest of the weekend was terrific. We had the best time playing Brainiac stoned, eating lots of Indian food, and laughing. After not seeing each other for 35 years, we all felt we had just seen each other yesterday and all felt 23 years old again!
Thanks, Mildly Gray. My name is because I'm a baker as well as an old hippie. But no magic brownies. This is a small town, and although it could use it, it just couldn't handle it. Smiles right back atcha! :cheers2:
She probably would, White Horse Mescalito, but she'd have to really watch out in her town. She's currently "Teacher of the Year"! If they only knew the REAL teacher!
I burn every day.I have my MM card,and here in oregon it really isn't a big deal.We grow some killer shit as you would guess,so a little goes a long way.It's still phunn too.
Although i've taken some rather long 'breaks,' (8 years once, 5 years another time, a couple of years, here and there ~ always for my employment), i've NEVER QUIT!!! :rofl: Still smoking up a CLOUD! :sifone:
Duh,, yea !!! I got a big water bong that I fill with wine, it has a power hitter on it too, I love my bong.... Peace