Mr. Magic

The first time I smoked weed I was 16 years-old. I was working at Old Navy and two of my coworkers offered to drive me home. I thought they’d take me directly to my house after we clocked out, but the guys wanted me to join them for a hot box smoke session. I think they were tickled by the fact I’d never smoked before. I remember freezing in my North Face coat in the back seat of Jorge’s car while he rolled a blunt in 20 degree weather. I didn’t feel high; all I felt was cold. At that point I thought smoking was overrated and didn’t understand how some of my peers had become pot heads. 

Three years passed before I attempted getting high again. In college it seemed like most people I knew smoked. If there was a party or celebration, smoking weed was a ritualistic precursor. Of course we also smoked for no reason at all too. I noticed the plant was something that brought people together. It was a way to break the ice and bond with others. As a freshman I used to cop small bags of tree because I knew my crush was really into lighting up. I didn’t know how to properly roll a blunt so I would call him and say, “Hey, I’ve got some weed. Will you help me roll it?” From there our relationship budded.

My first bong hit had me throwing up in my then-boyfriend’s bathroom for several hours. I wasn’t discouraged though. I moved along to other means of getting lifted via bowls, joints, and edibles. We spent two years high and in love. I still looked at smoking as “his thing” though and didn’t realize how much I appreciated the substance until we parted ways. 

After we broke up was when I started sparking up by myself for the first time. I realized I didn’t need anyone or any occasion as an excuse to elevate. I watched my perspective change each time I took a pull on Earth’s medicine. With no one around to pass the blunt to or to engage in conversation, I was free to be one with my weed-induced ideas and thoughts. It was lit. 

These days I tend to stay away from bongs, bowls, and joints, opting for a classic blunt instead. I lean on Mary Jane most when my feelings are just too much to handle. It helps me quiet negative thoughts and make sense of situations I have a harder time getting a grasp on when I’m sober. It aids me in powering through the days when I want to curl up in bed and forgo responsibilities. I’m happy to live in a state where marijuana is medicinally and recreationally lawful. I’m glad to see the country slowly moving toward reform around regulations though we still have a long way to go in making things right for the marginalized people who have been affected by the war on drugs.

Happy 420!

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