I've smoked pot exactly three times. The first two did absolutely nothing to me (it was around this time I tried mushrooms, and they, too, had no effect on me whatsoever) so I thought that the people who were telling me how high they were were lying to me. That was when I was in college.

The third time I smoked it was last year, in the company of a guy who I was seeing. He smoked every day, was an artist, blah blah blah you can fill in the details as you see fit.

We were in his loft, which was really a barely-finished floor of a warehouse in Newark. We were eating a lot of Japanese junk food and were drinking sake when he broke out the bong. I decided to be a sport and try it, but not before I confided in him that I had only smoked twice before. He laughed at me.

He had to show me how to use it, which heightened my embarrassment (because how many people over 30 have to be shown how to use a bong? not many, I bet) and after inhaling/holding the most violent coughing fit I have ever experienced descended on me. I decided to stick to sake.

He got so stoned he couldn't form a sentence, and I hijacked his bike and rode to the NJ Transit station because I decided that nothing else was going to happen that night, and besides, it was fucking cold and he had one of those industrial gas space heaters that you can see the pilot lights on. It made a horrible noise in half-hour cycles, ensuring I would never be able to fall asleep anyhow.

Riding through Newark on a bike was pretty interesting though.

steve wrote:

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:And both poetry and human relationships--really anything worth doing-- are all about depth to me.

Don't underestimate width.

I think the word you're looking for is girth.

burun wrote:He had to show me how to use it, which heightened my embarrassment (because how many people over 30 have to be shown how to use a bong? not many, I bet)

At least one more. My girlfriend is another.

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:

steve wrote:

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:And both poetry and human relationships--really anything worth doing-- are all about depth to me.

Don't underestimate width.

I think the word you're looking for is girth.

As in, "I was moved to tears by the girth and beauty of Brett's poetry."

Yeah, that works for me.

caix wrote:Pot...now...c'mon, man. That's the smell that brings nations together. A good sticky-icky with the stanky-anky is heaven.

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This paragraph pretty much sums up the problem with marijuana.

the reefer is fun once in a while.

when it gets to be an everyday thing, though, it just fucks up your life.

For me, when I was a chronic weed abuser, Motivation, ambition, long term planning, financial resposibilty, serious in depth analysis and retention: it all goes out the window. So, it's fine if you want to work in a record store, or deliver packages, or do something else menial and ultimately unrewarding with your life. You can even get by in school, since you are going to be sort of pulled along by the instructors and your class schedule.

But, if you want to be a serious adult and achieve and enjoy the things that adults do, put down the grass binkie and grow the fuck up.

never saw the appeal.
i'm already stupid and ugly, why would i add fat and boring to the equation?

the$inmusicisallmine wrote:the reefer is fun once in a while.

when it gets to be an everyday thing, though, it just fucks up your life.

For me, when I was a chronic weed abuser, Motivation, ambition, long term planning, financial resposibilty, serious in depth analysis and retention: it all goes out the window. So, it's fine if you want to work in a record store, or deliver packages, or do something else menial and ultimately unrewarding with your life. You can even get by in school, since you are going to be sort of pulled along by the instructors and your class schedule.

But, if you want to be a serious adult and achieve and enjoy the things that adults do, put down the grass binkie and grow the fuck up.

totally agree. i stopped being a daily user a few years ago. now it's just a social thing, like drinking a beer. i have a friend who's a dealer and he's always trying to give me free weed. i never thought i'd see the day where i'm turning down free bud.

I've never liked how I've felt when I've been high, even in the most comfortable situations.

Except my first time. Halloween of my freshman year of high school. I got very high, then listened to Alice in Chains third record and ate candy with my friends.

Hmmm, that it made me enjoy Alice in Chains is reason enough to call it CRAP.

i really enjoy being a pothead, and I don't intend to stop enjoying it.