I recently watched the induction of Cheech and Chong into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. During this, I reminisced about the first time I was introduced to marijuana. I didn’t know it was illegal, because I didn’t know what it was. I came from a Wyoming family that didn’t drink or dance, and since drugs were a part of the “other side of world.” We’d never had a discussion on drugs.
After college, I got a job in Houston. The “other side of the world” for three years. That first summer in Houston was a revelation into the brilliant lights that were going to always be a part of my life. I discovered Reggae and Marijuana, what a combo, and I played my first game of pool.
At 25 years young, I was having the best (sex free) time of my life. But since I hadn’t really LIVED, every experience was a wow factor. With my upbringing, everything I was doing was deemed wrong, so there were a few things I wouldn’t do out of fear of the unknown. Funny, everything I did was an unknown. I have never done IV drugs or cocaine, because I am totally content with weed. I was able to see other drugs and the effect, and just wasn’t interested.
Aren’t we all amazed how things have changed since our parents’ young adulthood’s! (Ha, I mean anyone over 50). On the news Friday morning, MJ still has such a stigma, I swear I could hear sarcasm in the announcers voice as he told about NORML working on getting MJ on the 2016 ballot. That announcement made my day, and I did a happy dance in the kitchen and hoped I live long enough to smoke my first legal bowl.
I will certainly show up to vote!
Thank you NORML and WEED WYOMING. Happy Holidays!