Marijuana smokers: Lend me an ear.
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No stems, no seeds that you don’t need,
Acapulco Gold is — pfffffffffffffffff — bad-ass weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed. - Cheech & Chong (listen here).
My introduction to the pro-marijuana culture was heavily influenced by Cheech & Chong, who at once indulged (at least Chong, and I assume Cheech) in marijuana and lampooned those who did the same. This was 1971, and I was eight years old.
Somehow, I did not take to pot. I first smelled it on someone a few years older, recoiled at its reek, and recoiled even more at the age of thirteen when some people nearby me at an outdoor concert were smoking it openly and notoriously (those were the days). Not long after that, the Jimmy Carter administration, as I understand it, promoted the spraying of paraquat on marijuana in Mexico, which then spelled health hazards to smoking it with paraquat, and I did not want the health hazard.
Part of me wanted to know more about this weed that permeated all levels of American society and culture. Ultimately, when offered some by a friend, I tried it, and did so on a few more occasions. Each time, I had been drinking some beer, too. I had trouble figuring out if I was feeling anything different than if I had just been drinking beer. Maybe I was not inhaling enough. Maybe it was low quality stuff. Maybe it was not for me.
Nevertheless, marijuana is my favorite illegal drug, which I now vicariously enjoy through my marijuana smoking clients. As I have said many times, I insist that it be legalized, and I believe that we will have a much better society if those who drink a lot of liquor switched to marijuana.
It has been over two decades…