Cannabis and I haven't always been the love birds we are today. There once was a time when my mind was filled with reefer madness and visions of "slacker stereotypes". I remember my first interactions with the word "weed" & the ever famous "pot head" terminology. It was when my older brother would come home in the late afternoon, head hung down, attempting to look innocent after his afternoon smoke sessions with friends. My dad would wait for him until he arrived and as a soon as he did BAM! The questions would flow and the accusations would be made, always ending with " your never going to amount to anything being a stoner". At a very young age my image of cannabis had been tarnished. Although when I was young I hated the idea of smoking in general. Even catching my Mother taking RARE occasional ciggy breaks made me feel as though she had betrayed me. I dabbled once with "smoking" during my early teenage years. I still remember it like it was yesterday, an 8th for $70 buckaroos. Recalling that I had almost cleaned out my account for this one time attempt at smoking, all I was going to be left with was an unfortunate memory. . .

Ever hear the story of Bill Clinton and his lack of inhalation? Case in point: This is exactly what happened, really - I did not inhale! My cheeks were filled with smoke looking like a hot air balloon that was not lifting off.  After the session I OFFERED my guests the remaining cannabis. They gladly accepted with open hands and I took off shortly after. I left the scene not feeling happy, nor different, nor angry, & definitely not high. It was a rather bland experience. I didn't experiment with cannabis again until I was 17. I dated a consumer who treated weed as though it was a drug. Deciding between whether his sister would eat or he would get high. The days when he was without he would con to find his high until he he got his fill. This left an even more bitter taste in my mouth with cannabis.  Feeling as though it lead to addictive behavior, I quickly wanted to experiment to see how it would make me feel. Recalling my last experience or

(lack there of) I wasn't expecting too much to happen, or anything for that matter. I attempted this time with a gravity bong made with out of a soda bottle. Again the same result, at this point in time I told myself I guess I just don't know how to smoke. I tried a few months later with a joint hit but still nothing. So I went over to my best friends house he made me dinner,  & we smoked. He rolled my first ever pinner and we enjoyed. At this time I was still unsure about this plant but my interest was at an all time high