Ok, you're not that kid I got so high at the bus stop that you puked, are you? The Heights, 1978... no, you couldn't be, four years too early! I got that guy high a few times and I finally stopped because he *really* tripped out every time (the puking got old, but it was a lot of fun to watch his face turn green), it got scary.
It's been hella days since I've been so high that I did ANY of these things, but I do remember one time driving out of Uptown Whittier, sitting at the light at Colima on Mar Vista. I was toking my bowl, looked over, and there's a Whittier cop just staring right at me. I just kinda nodded, he scowled at me, I thought I was busted, off he went. Going the wrong way down a 1-way street, back when Uptown was almost nothing *but* 1-way streets.
You know it was some good shit when you got so high you left your Annie Green Springs wine at the park where you went TO get high.
You know it was some good shit when you took the wrong way outta Trestles!
You know it was some good shit when the deputy shined his spotlight into your eyes and the response was giggling.
I smoked my first bowl when I was 10yo. One of my friends, someone with an older brother AND sister, apparently not only knew that my folks smoked weed, but where they kept it. I was SHOCKED, absolutely shocked I tell you! That first bowl of mersh (you old timers remember mersh, aka commercial, right?) gave me a headache after it got me high, but from that point onward I knew weed and me, we were gonna be friends for a LONG time. Me love you long time!