Enjoy this post by CCLC reader, Joe Kidd, who talks about his experience with cannabis throughout the years. He told us that edibles do not agree with him...and brings us on a humorous cannabis journey:
1979-80 Freshman year of high school, lots of new things to experience, new people, new school. Five towns going into one school. During my first year of high school, I observed people smoking "the DRUGS", aka weed, pot, hash. Emphatically “I did not inhale “ freshman year. Sophomore year I grew my hair out, discovered the music of Neil Young, Grateful Dead, etc. I finally decided after observing for a year that I would try this stuff. Well, this is what I experienced: it made my eyes itchy, made me hungry and I learned I don’t like to inhale things. But am I a quitter? No! I continued to try and abuse this “grass” rolling joints, roach clips, hash under glass. You know, the usual things one does as an adolescent. After that year, I decided this weed will not bring me enlightenment.
Skip ahead the college years, I go visit a friend who is away at a college. We play some cards, drink some beers.
"Hey, do you wanna hit of this?" Me: "Ya maybe, why not?"
Me (a short time later): "You guys go ahead and go out I’m not feeling so good." Alone at last. The room is spinning. Ya, maybe "the Ganga" is not for me.
Post College years living in the UK. Do they
do marijuana mixed with tobacco?!?! "Hey, mate want to do ya spliff?"
Me: "Ummm, hmmm, ya why not?" Me (a short time later): "Pull over I think I’m going to hurl!" I did!
The 2000s jet packs, space colonies, Nah! A friend and I decided to go to Amsterdam, Netherlands, for a Thanksgiving weekend party! Our first night there, we check into a hotel. We walk down to check out the nightlife! See the coffee shop! Go in grab a seat get a Heineken, WOW tastes so good. Different than back home! Hmm. I look down the bar and see these refrigerators and things, oh ya weed is legal here! Well, when in Rome...or Amsterdam...! I asked the barkeep very softly, whilst glancing left and right, "I’d like to buy some marijuana."
He brings me the Tupperware containers and opens them up and it was like the sun was
coming out of the containers, leaves covered in crystals. All kinds, all sorts.
"Ah what kind do you want?" he asks. Me: "Ummmm gimme the Purple Haze."
I returned to my friend at the end of the bar. She asked me what I bought. I showed her. In the meantime, she had made friends with people at the end of the bar. Amazing how total strangers can just make connections. We sit there and have a few drinks; coffee with Sambuca. The fellow busts out some rolling papers and a satchel of marijuana and spins up a cone of grass. It was a very craft joint. And well a couple of puff, puff, passes later, my friend and I were having a conversation except for one thing...our mouths weren’t moving!!!
"Oh, by the way", the guy says, ”this took third place in the Cannabis Cup this year!” He had just come from a competition.
It was time to go back to our hotel, except there was a slight problem - the sidewalks were now tilted! After finally getting back to our room, I lay down, but the room starts to spin, so I head to the bathroom just in case. I spent the rest of the night trapped between the commode and underneath the sink trying to get water to drink.
2018 Marijuana is legal in Massachusetts! Edibles, maybe this time, will be different! Ooh, let’s try the tea! Ooh, Brownies! Ooh, gummies!!! It’s a gift of healing properties, enlightenment!!!
I’ll spare you the rest of the story because it ends in much the same way as my other experiences. Do I wanna do some marijuana? Yes, but Mary Jane doesn’t want to dance with me.