General Discussion

1968, in college, had gone home to visit my parents and on the way back to campus (about 150 miles) I saw a Navy guy, in uniform, hitchhiking (pretty common in those days) and I picked him up. As we continued he asked me if I smoked weed...I said yes, although I hadn't, because it was becoming common place but I had never tried. So I smoked - I got so high...I let him out a ways down the road and my thoughts were "I am never going to do this again" so loaded it freaked me out.
In those days, when people had a party those that smoked would go into another room (usually a bedroom) for those that smoked....I always went to that room, caution and previous thoughts were bogus.
I continued to smoke throughout college but quit once I got a steady job - mainly because most of the people I knew had gotten older, gone to work and I just didn't trust anyone to buy if I didn't know them. In the South it was a big deal to get busted - we even had "narcs" at work and several people I knew got busted after befriending them.
I started again after retiring but mostly what we called "dirt weed" and have never tried the new stuff that is supposed to be so much more THC. But because Texas has not legalized it for recreation - I haven't to date. I have a niece that now lives in NM and have thought about trying if/when I go visit. ☮