I was dropped on my head when I was 6 months old so I got that going for me.
Do you remember smoking whatever with someone and they would do a "French inhale"? Thats when a person takes a big "puff" into their mouth and then inhales the smoke out of their mouth, up their nostrils and into the lungs thus putting on a "smoke" show. Life before cellphone video.
The first time I smoked pot was with my buddy Matt and a Vietnam vet that wandered around Port St. John at night. Matt and I were in my dad's '77 Malibu Classic station wagon cruising aimlessly around. You have to remember the insanity of those boring nights as straight, horny teenage boys when all the girls were at the bar that my buddy looked too young to get into but they let the underage girls in for some reason.
I can't recall my first beer but I remember that first joint with Matt and Jim Rob. Matt and I had driven by all the girls houses that we knew in hopes of finding one hanging out in the neighborhood or maybe at least catching a glimpse through a window as we passed. We were broke and out of beer, the night was looking grim.
Just then Matt spots Jim Rob on his bicycle and says, "hey man I bet Jim Robs got a joint". At this point no money, no chicks and no beer...Fuck it lets do something. So we pull up next to Jim Rob on his "survival" bicycle. He looks homeless but he lives at his parents house. He prefers "camping out" as opposed to sleeping indoors. He wears his fatigues and has a lot of ingenious weapons that blend in with the bicycle that he can produce in a heartbeat. Most people were scared of him but he was pretty cool when he was lucid.
Matt had bullshitted with him several times before so when he recognized Matt or who ever it was he thought he recognized, he offered to smoke a joint with us. It was pretty late at night and PSJ wasn't very populated back then so we just pulled to the side and shut off the headlights.
Jim Rob fumbles through the basket on his bike and locates a baggy with some Bugler "cigarette papers" with seeds, stems and some "shake" and commences to roll a joint on the hood/bonnet of the car. The seeds that weren't crushed rolled off the car and a slight breeze was threatening to blow the "shake" off also.
I can't remember what he was talking about exactly because as he was talking he would call you by a different name and say things like "Hey Ed, you remember..." and talk about events as if you were there. "No, I'm Matt man. What the hell are you talking about?" "Oh yeah, right", "Hey Joe, you remember that night..." Jim Rob would carry on conversations with people "behind" you which is pretty creepy.
Finally he says, "Turn your headlights on so I can make sure I've rolled this properly." As soon as I walk over and pull the light switch he jumps back like he was shot and hollers at me to shut them back off. He fumbles with a matchbook and flick, flick, flick, all the stuff comes off the tip of the first match, then another and another. "Sorry Ralph", he says, "we're not getting high tonight!"
"I've got a lighter in the car" I say. Back then cars had cigarette lighters and ash trays as standard equipment. Jim Rob hollers again not to turn on the headlights. "Just the lighter, man" I assure him.
As we smoked, Jim Rob would blow smoke circles, do the "French inhale" and for the "pin" joint that it was it seemed to burn for a long time.
Then without saying a word, Jim Rob got on his bike and rode off into the darkness. That being my first time I didn't really get "high". I'm one of those people that it took a few times before the buzz really kicked in. What sticks out in my memory though was jerking off that night was extra intense. I thought to myself, "I'm going have to try that again".
What's the saying about the Devil and busy hands? Peace and Love!
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