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.
