I smoked my first bowl out of an apple that we carved up to make a pipe, because we had some weed, but we did not have anything to smoke it in. That was in 1972... and it was Mexican, likely Oaxacan. In those days there was a myth that you did not get high the first time you smoked weed. I dispelled that myth. I was working as a busboy at a lodge at a wedding reception. After we got off work, we 'got off' smoking a bowl of weed in the apple. After that we went out to listen to a band play at the reception and danced with the girls. That was what getting high was all about. That was the best high ever, really. Nothing like it. I felt soooooo good! I was hooked.
I have since smoked I do not know how many pounds of the evil weed. More than anyone should in a lifetime, I guess? Had to say. My mother used to ask my brother and I, "When is your enldless supply of pot ever going to run out?" Well, it ~was~ an endless supply, so the question was rhetorical. "Never, Mother!" Hell, we are *still* growing and smoking it. "Now gimme that joint!" "No!" ...and a wrestling match would ensue between us in my mom's garage. Back in those stoner daze, he was called Red and I was called Purple. We were known as the Pills Brothers. That was because back in the day, there was a skit on the radio that went like this that we did at parties:
Hi, I'm Red...
And I'm Purple...
And we're the Pills Brothers.
We're here to tell you that there are some good drugs...
And there are some bad drugs...
And there are times for using them...
And there are times for not using them.
And hey brother, we're gonna use some, right now!
Upon which we would light one up.
I have since smoked I do not know how many pounds of the evil weed. More than anyone should in a lifetime, I guess? Had to say. My mother used to ask my brother and I, "When is your enldless supply of pot ever going to run out?" Well, it ~was~ an endless supply, so the question was rhetorical. "Never, Mother!" Hell, we are *still* growing and smoking it. "Now gimme that joint!" "No!" ...and a wrestling match would ensue between us in my mom's garage. Back in those stoner daze, he was called Red and I was called Purple. We were known as the Pills Brothers. That was because back in the day, there was a skit on the radio that went like this that we did at parties:
Hi, I'm Red...
And I'm Purple...
And we're the Pills Brothers.
We're here to tell you that there are some good drugs...
And there are some bad drugs...
And there are times for using them...
And there are times for not using them.
And hey brother, we're gonna use some, right now!
Upon which we would light one up.