Good luck with that. I got that curiosity out of my system earlier in life and learned real quick like that it wasn’t for me.
I had a friend that had a little “smoke shack” camper in his backyard. I can clearly remember sitting in that camper and listening to him telling a story about shooting a deer with a bow. After about three or four big hits of that joint that deer story was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. The funny part didn’t last long though.
Funny turned into standing up and thinking “holy hell, I’ve grown 6 feet taller since I sat down. Somewhere along the way it turned into a full-blown panic attack. I’m talking, I’m having a heart attack, stroke, aneurysm, 100% sure I’m dying panic attack. Begged the sorry bastards to take me to the emergency room. Instead, they drug me into the car and drove me up on “the hill” in Guntersville to buy some more of this chit that was about to kill me. For those not familiar, the hill is the projects of Guntersville, aka the ghetto. That’s where I woke up, in the fetal position in the backseat, with 15 brothas crowded around, laughing and doing chants at me, yelling “I’ll have what this dude had”.
Once I got to where I could walk again, I literally carried a case of Mountain Dew around like I was carrying a baby, everywhere I went. I had cottonmouth so bad that I didn’t even have to swallow it. I could take a drink and my mouth would just instantly suck it up. I absolutely despise bologna but I ate three whole packs out of my friend’s refrigerator. Ripped it straight out of the pack and ate every stacked layer of that nasty, slimy chit like it was a sandwich.
I woke up the next morning on my friend’s couch with food and candy wrappers everywhere, and his mom cussing me for eating all of her lunch bologna.
If it wasn’t for witnessing my friend and his dad both do fine with it, I’d have swore it was laced with something, but I reckon I just wasn’t made to be the Cheech to someone’s Chong. That’s been 25+ years ago and I haven’t touched it since.
Ymmv, but this guy here will never smoke weed with Willie, or anyone else, again.
