I have tried it. I can honestly say that I don’t see what’s so great about it.
I was a long haired Hippie VW mechanic in Santa Cruz, CA during the 60s and 70s. My buddies and I were often as chronically stoned as Dennis Hopper in Easy Rider.
Yup, college in the Sixties; some involvement in the Seventies. Nothing since then. Understand that it’s much stronger now…
Yup. Was quite heavily into it from mid 2003 till mid 2005. Haven’t done it that much lately (last time was Christmas Day), but I’d still describe myself as ‘someone who smokes pot’.
Yes. Too much for my own good, probably.
Yup; used to.
Once. Didn’t do a whole lot for me.
Tried it a couple of times, found that I don’t enjoy being stoned.
Yes, mostly as a teenager, but I started up again about five years ago when I was working as a painter.
I haven’t done it in quite some time though, around two years. Started making me too nervous. I swear the stuff has changed since I was a kid.
Yes, but not for a long time, basically for the reasons given above.
Plus, the last few times I tried it (a good 4 plus years ago) it was absolute crap compaired to what the '80s had. I’m guessing the '80s stash was pale in compairison to the '60s stash.
Once. In 1960. For 20 minutes.
(Well, someone had to say it.)
Once, with my Honey, in Amsterdam. The trouble as we saw it was that involved smoking. Nasty.
(Wait, ‘hash’ is ‘pot,’ isn’t it?)
Yes, a few times.
Then I discovered cookies, muffins etc. Never looked back. Sensitive lungs.
I’ve never smoked it. I graduated from high school in 1977, and I was definitely in the minority.
Sure. I’ve never came across a drug in my youth that I didn’t try at least once.
Use to but quit shortly after I quit smoking cigarettes in 1993. Didn’t make sense to quit smoking one and not the other.
Nope, I’ve got severe asthma. I have been around it quite a bit though, and actually I went to a concert a few days ago and came home reeking of it.
Never.
Never.
Before I had my daughter, I could smoke an entire joint myself and discuss the meaning of life for hours. I quit when I was pregnant, smoked once when she was an infant, and spent the next few hours jumping up to check on her every time there was a noise in the house. Didn’t do it again for years. When I did try it again, I found that I’d take two hits and I couldn’t follow an episode of Seinfeld. I pretty much lost whatever small interest I’d still had at that point.
That said, I still think that if youth must be misspent, it’s better misspent stoned than drunk.