I would say that I was like most people with their initial exposure to marijuana...older siblings and friends...it was what was happening in the mid-1970's for me.
We smoked it in school, not at school but before or after, the occasional lunch which turned into cutting class, but not enough as to the administration would notice, or the parents.
But we were experimenting with many things at that point in time...homemade alcohol, cigarettes, and various other mind altering potions. The basement hovels that we called our sanctuaries, under the mask of incense, candles and fans, was our small slice of heaven. The parents were clueless, or maybe didn't care at that point, they had their alcohol.
And of course the main reason was to experience what everybody else was talking about, Nirvana.
And with most everything we tried, we got sick, had headaches, hungover... the bitter sweet side of indulging, but that did not stop us from chasing the eventual higher plane of existence that our friends and siblings continued to relate.
The most successful was that little baggie of leafy green that when crammed into a bent up soda can, or tobacco pipe, or wrapped in a back page of a Bible, did we realize what our "Mentors" were talking about. Then came hot knifing hash, water pipes and many, many roll your-owns, long before those little rolling machines started to hit the convenience stores. You had to fight with the runners, burned your fingers and lips and got that contact high from too much smoke in your eye. It was great.
At that time it was strains "people" called Maui-Waui, Acapulco Gold, Panama Red, dirty Colombian, Thai Sticks and Afghani. But we all wanted to test that specific Sensemilla, not really understanding what that meant. But we were at the mercy of whatever was available, we did not really have a lot of choices at that time, it was a small city, and you just got lucky most of the time to find any quality at all, it was rare. The bags were generally filled with seeds. But when you did, it was worth delivering all those newspapers, or mowing lawns just to get a quarter oz.
My experimentation took a sharp halt when I joined the military. I showed up to the reception station with a full-on back pack from hitchhiking, and took a ribbing for it from the Drill Sergeant. But they had missed the smuggled in Stone that I liked to smoke my joints with and I found the perfect hiding space inside the barracks. Well, it was not a very private spot, because just a week later it was gone, and so were my hopes of smoking marijuana ever again, they had started urine testing and did not think kindly of those "Hippies" and their devil weed.
But we learned how to get around most "testing"...the truth was that even if you did get pulled in for testing, they only truly tested a small percentage of samples, it was a cost thing, but we had no idea, and so we believed that those home remedies for flushing your system was working. The testing was usually a sting operation that was supported by hearsay evidence to catch those one or two individuals who were being very suspicious.
I never did get caught up in any of that, but will say that I also did not partake on a regular basis like many of my friends.
Time moved on and I eventually got out of the military but moved right into Corporate America, testing continued and so did my absence from marijuana. And it was not until the passage of Washington's SB 5052, did I venture back into experimenting...and by then everything had changed.
Banes.
We smoked it in school, not at school but before or after, the occasional lunch which turned into cutting class, but not enough as to the administration would notice, or the parents.
But we were experimenting with many things at that point in time...homemade alcohol, cigarettes, and various other mind altering potions. The basement hovels that we called our sanctuaries, under the mask of incense, candles and fans, was our small slice of heaven. The parents were clueless, or maybe didn't care at that point, they had their alcohol.
And of course the main reason was to experience what everybody else was talking about, Nirvana.
And with most everything we tried, we got sick, had headaches, hungover... the bitter sweet side of indulging, but that did not stop us from chasing the eventual higher plane of existence that our friends and siblings continued to relate.
The most successful was that little baggie of leafy green that when crammed into a bent up soda can, or tobacco pipe, or wrapped in a back page of a Bible, did we realize what our "Mentors" were talking about. Then came hot knifing hash, water pipes and many, many roll your-owns, long before those little rolling machines started to hit the convenience stores. You had to fight with the runners, burned your fingers and lips and got that contact high from too much smoke in your eye. It was great.
At that time it was strains "people" called Maui-Waui, Acapulco Gold, Panama Red, dirty Colombian, Thai Sticks and Afghani. But we all wanted to test that specific Sensemilla, not really understanding what that meant. But we were at the mercy of whatever was available, we did not really have a lot of choices at that time, it was a small city, and you just got lucky most of the time to find any quality at all, it was rare. The bags were generally filled with seeds. But when you did, it was worth delivering all those newspapers, or mowing lawns just to get a quarter oz.
My experimentation took a sharp halt when I joined the military. I showed up to the reception station with a full-on back pack from hitchhiking, and took a ribbing for it from the Drill Sergeant. But they had missed the smuggled in Stone that I liked to smoke my joints with and I found the perfect hiding space inside the barracks. Well, it was not a very private spot, because just a week later it was gone, and so were my hopes of smoking marijuana ever again, they had started urine testing and did not think kindly of those "Hippies" and their devil weed.
But we learned how to get around most "testing"...the truth was that even if you did get pulled in for testing, they only truly tested a small percentage of samples, it was a cost thing, but we had no idea, and so we believed that those home remedies for flushing your system was working. The testing was usually a sting operation that was supported by hearsay evidence to catch those one or two individuals who were being very suspicious.
I never did get caught up in any of that, but will say that I also did not partake on a regular basis like many of my friends.
Time moved on and I eventually got out of the military but moved right into Corporate America, testing continued and so did my absence from marijuana. And it was not until the passage of Washington's SB 5052, did I venture back into experimenting...and by then everything had changed.
Banes.
