I always had clean, glass Snapple bottles in my fridge filled with water.  My friends loved coming over, grabbing a cold, refreshing bottle and then settling in for a night of bong rips and conversation.  It didn't take long for us to develop a routine on the weekends once I got settled in my new loft.

  My friend Joseph would score the weed early so we didn't have to worry.  My BFF Raela and I would take care of the food and beverages, usually chicken or turkey, rice, a veggie and rolls.  Another friend Adam would just come by for the company and the food.  He made us all laugh so he definately brought something. 

  We would start with the gravity bong.  The trusty plastic gallon cut on the bottom with a homemade bowl built on the top.  A couple of hits and you would be lucky not to get the shakes and fall on your ass.  We would then ajourn to the living room and chat for a bit until the food was ready.  Sometimes we would zone out on a movie if there weren't many of us or we were too tired to converse. 

  Of course, dinner always tasted so good.  We would all usually go back for seconds and stuff ourselves.  We would have to smoke a bowl when we were done just to digest properly.  We would  sit on the couch and smoke and moan that our bellies were too full. Sometimes we would bust out some of my old board games like Pac Man or Monopoly and would engage in a smokefest.  We developed our own rules that included smoking for various reasons throughout the game.  It was a blast!

   Eventually, one by one my friends would leave, I would clean up, smoke another bowl and then pass out.  These were really good times.  Some of the best times.  I had no real commitments, just a job and school but no kids, no significant other.  We were just chillin' and enjoying the good company.

  I moved in with my high school friend in December of 1994.  Things seemed great!  We had known each other for a long time and pretty much knew our quirks.  Chris and I had been sharing tokes for a little over a year before we moved in together but Chris had been introduced to weed when he was about eight years old.  He had years of experience on me but I was learning fast.  I could appreciate buds with beautiful crystals and a color of green that could only put a smile on your face.  We made sure to take care of our responsibilities during the week, maybe treat ourselves to a bowl in the evening but mostly we would hold out until the weekend.  Times were green!

  Chris and I shared laughs, highs, deep talks and friendship.  Apparently, he felt a bit more for me though and I just couldn't reciprocate those feelings.  One night he had ordered a pizza and stuffed the leftovers in the bottom salad drawer, hoping that I wouldn't eat it.  I saw it and never touched it but left a note on our greaseboard that the pizza had been delicious.  IT WAS A JOKE!  It all just turned into a major misunderstanding.  He started doing stupid things as a type of revenge and pretty soon I figured out that the situation wasn't healthy.  A week later I had a plan to move out.

  I never explained to my folks that I smoked weed.  They seemed pretty uptight to me and I really didn't need to hear the drug addict speech.  They came by to help me move my shit.  In his manipulative way Chris popped his head out and basically shoved a nice sack of weed in my face and asked if I wanted it.  Yes, my parents were right there for that momment.  I was about twenty and had never really had any open and honest talk with my folks.  Our talks usually revolved around them sitting me down and enforcing their rules.  I just felt like I would be judged so I kind of froze and said,"Uh, no..." Later, my mom said to me that I should of taken it!!!!!  Go figure. 

  Relatively quickly I found myself living completely on my own which was exciting and scary at the same time.  I didn't know that my little loft would soon been the hot spot for dinner parties and major smoke outs!

Peace @ 420

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The Early Years

I bought my first dime bag a few weeks after my first bong hit. My friend did all the work because he knew the dealer. Comparing the quality of that weed and the nice product I smoke now, well, there is no comparision. It was seedy and thick with stems but it was still smoke and who can complain!

I don't remember where we ended up smoking it. It might of been my friend's house because his folks were working. The sack didn't last long either. He had a couple of years of experience on me but I sure could hold in a hit! I was still drinking a lot at the time and weed was mostly a weekend activity. I was able to get out of the house more on the weekends because I had use of a vehicle. Around this time I started to appreciate the beauty of a joint but I was really clumsy at rolling them so I left that up to others.

I still didn't understand much about marijuana. How it works, what it's key elements are, where it comes from and what the different strains mean. I just smoked what I got and enjoyed it while I had it! Finding it in the Californian town that I had grown up in was sometimes quite a challenge. Some nights we would drive around until midnight trying to hook up only to be let down. Other times we planned ahead, got it early and then cherished it until the weekend.

Finally, in the fall of 1994 I was able to move out of my parents house to share an apartment with an old high school friend of mine. He had the hook up!

Peace @ 420

razzyRoll

The Early Years

I was raised with strict morals and was the type of person who didn't believe in using illegal drugs. I did my share of underage drinking, however, which I now know is far more destructive than marijuana.

I was visiting a friend who was housesitting for our old high school drama teacher when I was offered my very first bong hit! I believe that momment changed the course of my life for the better. I had to accept his gracious help and listened intently to his instructions on how to properly inhale. Of course, I coughed up my right lung but after about three minutes I truly saw what all the fuss was about, it was AWESOME!

I was still living at home with my very uptight parents so I couldn't just light one up whenever I wanted to toke. My father also claimed to be VERY sensitive to anything smokey, perfumey or stinky! It isn't like I always had a sack with me at this point in my life anyway. It was very clear though, I had fallen in love. I was about to embark on a journey of a thousand tokes, always searching for the better weed, holding on to many seeds and wishing somehow that it was legal.

Peace @ 420

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