Penny,I laid off for years when my kids were growing up. Some toking w/ my relatives if I could make our yearly fishing trip,but that was about it. Just take it light for the first month or so. My re-introduction to weed went like this;
I was at a 4th of July party for a radio station I'd worked for in the late 70's,a few years back. They brought back some of the old on air talent for a remote broadcast from a riverside park where the city's fireworks display was going to be held.
A guy I used to work with had some nice looking weed that he called "mids". He asked me if wanted to try it. I figured,"It's a few hours before air time,I'm spending the night in the hotel across the street,why not?"
We went inside a little air-conditioned Winnebago the station had set up for it's personnel to chill out in. I did four little tokes out of a one hitter and couldn't form a sentence for nearly three hours. I managed to get my act together just before we went on the air for a remote broadcast.
A few weeks later I'm at the funeral of an old friend. One of the guys had come in from NorCal,I hadn't seen him 25 years. After they lower our friend in the ground,a few of us are standing around,including the Cali guy who whips out a bowl and some bud. My wife is waiting back at the car for me,but these guys are my childhood friends.I had to take a couple of social tokes.
I didn't know much about the modern strains of weed,so when one the guys asked him what was,and he replied "Kush",it didn't mean much to me. I took exactly two hits from the bowl,when I heard the car horn and one the fellas said,"You better get goin',your wife looks pissed." I turned around,the world kind of tilted, my knees gave out and I went head first into a bunch of bushes.
Tore up my good suit,everyone is laughing,and I'm trying to get out of the bushes,but I'm making no progress. The guys get me out,my wife is stompin' over,when my Cali buddy sticks the baggie in my hand and says,"You're gonna need this later." I shove it my pocket about the time the wife gets over. The smell of the smoke hits her and she's eyeballing all of us,saying "Aren't you guys a little old for this shit?"
I'm in the doghouse big time,but I'm so lit I don't care. That hour and half ride home went by like days,but what do I care,I'm buzzed,don't have to sweat driving and I've got those two little nuggets in my pocket.
That night I'm lookin' at those two nugs and I head to the back porch and sit down in a deck chair. No falling for me this time,I'm thinking.
I break off a lil' chunk of one of the nugs and fire it up. Boom!!! I get one huge hit,start coughing and drop the pipe. I can see the pipe I can see the smoldering ember,so I get up to snag both. I push myself out of that chair and keep right on going to the floor.
Luckily the pipe was saved,but I never saw the ember again. Back in the chair, check myself to make sure I'm not bleeding,take another couple of light tokes from a new chunk and all is right in the world. I woke up to the birds singing just before dawn.
I chuck the pipe in the bottom of the trashcan and head in to take a shower. As I'm getting out my wife comes in. She say's "I don't remember you being that bruised up yesterday?" I reply,"I must have fell harder than I thought?"
Later in the day I went down to the local head shop and picked up a one hitter. It took me nearly three weeks to get through those two little nugs,about a gram and a half of weed. I was up to a mighty three light tokes when that stuff ran out.
I've been back on the weed ever since as it's the only thing that reliably kills the back spasms I get as the results of nerve and muscle damage sustained from epileptic seizures over the years.
No tolerance and killer weed can bite you. It can shove you into bushes,too.
