Good read, but do you remember your first real experience of KNOWING you are high?? I had smoked a tad here and there in the very early 60's with no effect.
While in the Navy in 1969, in Olongapo City, Phillipines, I was introduced to the real deal by two Marines at the home of one of their "girlfriends". Thai stick to be exact.
All of the classic symptoms, plus the incredible paranoia of being in an ultra strange place with a long way to return to the ship....
I made it back by riding a pedicab. That in itself was an adventure.. the smells, deisel, offal, sewage, food, perfume, sweat. I still have it imprinted on my memory.
I returned to my ship fully loaded, laid down for a couple hours, thought I was fine, returned to town and was still a bit toasted. A most surreal event took place while this is transpiring, I am in a club watching a girl I know dance, she gets done, comes over all friendly, "I'm gonna score"!!
The mayor of Olongapo walks in with his retinue of bodyguards all holding Machine guns... she left immediately to be with him... Foiled!!!
Since that experience, I have been a daily smoker for all these years, but that was the best start I could imagine!!
