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Back in '68, my best buddy/brother, Mark, met me out in the woods and pulled out a joint. Tasted like ****. He was looking all goofy, and I wasn't impressed. Next day, he brought out another joint. Same effects. I was pissed. He was grinning like a ******* eating briars.Same here. And from the folks I was with I know it likely was not the weed. Then one time, it worked. Big fan ever since.
Bubba
Third day, his younger brother Bob brought out a chunk of blond Lebanese hash. Wow. Still believed in God back then, and I prayed I'd never come down.