We Got Weed and that's All We Need

So, its Friday, and not just any Friday, but one on the end of a three day holiday weekend. Now, my roommate, Kayla, smokes just as much weed as I do and we get along with each other great. We went down to the marketplace for dinner with Lizet and then afterwards we stopped by our dealer's house, DJ, to pick up an eighth of Lemon and a dub of Green Haze. Then we went back up to our room to try out our newly purchased product. We smoked a bowl of the lemon (which actually smelled lemony) and then we decided to walk to the local smoke shop near by and buy grinders. Kayla had just lost hers and I had been wanting to buy a really nice one. While we were smoking, we had a great conversation about how life is meant to be enjoyed and taken slowly, because we were in no rush. Anyways, we walked to the smoke shop and had a look at all their cool pieces. I totally love just looking at all the amazing designs and systems people come up with for smoking weed. I ended up getting a 4 piece Sharptstone that's a pretty decent size for only $25. I also bought some orange chronic pipe cleaner and cleaned out my pieces before we smoked. The grinder works amazing and I hope it collects a lot of kief.

When we got back, we smoked a bowl from my bubbler, while Kayla rolled a blunt, all while listening to music. We then met up with two more friends, Maurice and Stacy, and smoked the blunt on the stairs by the baseball field. Then we all headed back to the dorm to watch paranormal activity. Before we started the movie, we decided to order pizza from dominoes. The pizza and the movie were the shit and overall it was an awesome chill night with my friends.

Pot Bust in WA

Because I am from Seattle, I like to keep up with what's going on over there (now that I'm in LA), so every morning, I read the Seattle Times online. On Wednesday, 30 people in Snohomish county got busted with thousands of pot plants. Too bad, we could sure use the weed in dreary depressing Seattle. The thing that caught my eye about the article, however, was the front that the pot growers were using: A gardening store! I mean could you be more obvious? Even TV shows like weeds can come up with less suspicious fronts than a gardening store with an "herb" garden. Other sad news is that prop 1068 is likely not to make the ballot due to a shortage of signatures. The excuse? Organizers blame the bad spring weather. Well, I'm still pulling for Cali to legalize. Either way, I plan on getting my med card soon.

Jolly Rancher Blunt Wraps

I was just thinking about how I like flavored papers or blunt wraps way better than the regular ones. And then it hit me. What if the Jolly Rancher candy company made flavored blunt wraps. That would be delicious! It would be like eating candy and getting high at the same time. What could be better? They could even make the wraps so that when you rolled a joint or a blunt, it actually even looked like a long jolly rancher. Another idea I had would be to have flavor changing blunt wraps, like they now have for gum. What do you guys think?

Acetone Does the Trick

So, if you don't know by now, I am doing summer chemistry research at my college over the summer. Both my bowl piece and my bubbler, which are both glass, have gotten amazingly filled with resin. I tried cleaning it out with water, and that helped, but they were still pretty gross. I know you can use alcohol to clean them, but in my lab, to clean things we always use acetone, so I decided to bring my pipe into lab last night while no one was there and I cleaned them just using acetone. I worked perfectly! Plus, it was free and close by. What substances have you used to clean your piece with?

Glass on Glass

As I mentioned in a previous post, this summer I am doing chemistry research at my college. One thing I noticed while I have been in lab is how almost all the instruments ad tools are made from glass. They have beakers that look just like ash catchers and tubes that could function as percs. I was thinking of taking some of the equipment and fashioning myself a nice glass on glass bong made from chemistry lab parts. I'm not exactly sure of the design so if you have any ideas or suggestions, leave a comment!

I'm Okay

I'm about to share with you an embarrassing and slightly painful event that I brought upon myself. Needless to say, I was stoned out of my mind and it was a beautiful warm morning here in Southern California. I had my backpack on, my headphones in my ears and my sunglasses on my face. I was walking down to the library on campus so I could return a book and then do a bit of reading for class outside on the grass in front of the softball field. As I was heading down the hill from my dorm towards the steps that led down to lower campus, I saw someone who I didn't know, but passed by frequently. I don't think we had ever spoken a word to each other before, and I didn't know his name.

Nonetheless, in the blissful state I was in, I decided to say a friendly hello. He, however, was not walking towards me, but in the same direction, but I was faster, so when I passed by him, I said all too loudly (because of my headphones) and with a wave, "Hello!" His response was to give me a face that clearly said "who the fuck are you, crazy lady?" but it certainly didn't put a damper on my mood. I had a lot of energy and decided it was a good idea to slide down the railing of the stairs instead of walking down them. I had never slid down a railing before, so I look back to see if the other guy was watching me (because I didn't want to look stupid if I went super slow), but he had decided to walk the long way down around the ramp.

So, I start at the very top and start sliding down. Everything is going great, and I'm gaining speed very quickly, so I put my hand on the railing to slow myself down. Immediately I realize that I used to much pressure, because instead of slowing down, I abruptly stop. Right before I fall over backwards onto my backpack, I say loudly, "oops!" which of course causes the otherwise oblivious guy to turn and look at me awkwardly laying on the ground. "I'm ok!" I say, but he really doesn't seem to care, so I get up and dust myself off.

I was quite embarrassed but too high to really care, so I just bounded off on my way. The fall didn't hurt too bad, thanks to my backpack and sliding down the railing was a lot of fun.

Legalization

My mom just told me to smoke weed. Well, sorta. I called her on Skype a few hours ago for a video chat, my once weekly contact with home. Needless to say, I was high, and quite obviously, she noticed. Then she brought up how Washington State is voting to legalize marijuana for recreational use for people 18 years or older. Then she told me to vote for it and that she was going to vote for it. I know its because she has a secret desire to smoke pot! She tried to cover it up by saying it was because she didn't want her children to end up in jail. I then pointed out that cops don't arrest people for marijuana and she was being ridiculous. I am definitely going to vote FUCK YES on initiative 1068 so that I can legally smoke wherever the fuck I want to in public in WA. Plus, I could start my own garden, because if the bill passes then it will also be legal to grow and sell. Drug dealer could become a legitimate career.

Puff puff, PASS

I don't know if this has ever happened to you, but it has happened to me. I have even caught myself doing it once or twice. Here's the scenario. You are smoking a blunt or joint with one or more friends. Maybe it's just you and your buddy or maybe you have a whole circle going. Doesn't matter. The other person, who is not you, just got passed the blunt/joint. They take a puff, but then when they open their mouth, it isn't to let out that excess of smoke, but rather, to speak. All of a sudden they are headlong into a lengthy complicated story, while STILL holding the blunt! How rude! I'm sure that first hit gave you the great idea to tell a story in the middle of your turn in the first place, but take the other puff and then pass. Once you are no longer holding the burning pot, you may then tell your story.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

Right now I am sitting in the lounge of my dorm watching some good ol' cartoons, smoking a bowl, and eating breakfast, and you know what I just realized? Scooby and Shaggy are huge stoners, lol! I can't beleive I just noticed it now, but the signs are all there. I mean, the show is basically about this guy and his "talking" dog who drive around and get serious munchies 24/7. They even have that stoner look to them with baggy shirts and jeans and messy unkempt hair. Their jargon is classic hippie talk and they ride around in an old school van. Not only that, but they seem to constantly be running into "monsters" that they later find out are never real and just figments of their high imaginations. Gotta love the message they send kids these days, lol. Grow up, buy a flower-power van, get stoned, and fight monsters!

Weed Sampler

So, I recently had this idea that since my weed dealer has a different strain every week, that everytime I bought an eighth, I would save a gram. Then, by the time I go home for hempfest, I will have a nice collection of different strains and about half an ounce of the sticky icky. So far, I have 3 different strains and about 4 grams. I am also saving up money from my paychecks so that at hempfest I can buy a really sick piece since there will be a huge selection with unique pieces and sweet deals. This will be my first year attending hempfest, and I'm not sure if I want to go with my brother, who doesn't smoke, or a friend or two from college who do smoke. I'm leaning towards the few stoner friends I have that happen to live in Seattle.

Rippit

Ok, so this post is about my bubbler named Rippit. I named him that because on the downstem of the bubbler inside the glass of the bowl, there is a beautiful white frog with black eyes. The rest of the bubbler is entirely clear with black swirls around it. Its great because you can see the smoke bubble up and through to your mouth. Anyways, the name came from the from, because frogs go "ribbit" but since its a pipe and I take "rips" from it, I named him Rippit. I bought it for only $35 from Piece of Mind in Seattle, WA. It was a super good price for the size and quality of bubbler that I got. The shop I got it from is pretty new. It opened up just a five minute drive from my house on Lake City Way about two years ago. The shop is super clean and incense are burning. The guy behind the counter is a super chill nice guy who will be friendly and chat with you.

Smoking in the Lounge

Right now I am sitting in one of the many lounges that are on each floor of my dorm in college. The reason I am staying in a college dorm over the summer is because I am getting paid to do summer research (A.K.A to smoke weed all day and play with chemicals). Anyways, each of these lounges is equipped with comfy furniture and a huge flat-screen TV. I love bringing my laptop into one of these rooms, along with some snacks, turning on the TV and taking a few big hits. I love attending a college in California where I can smoke just about anywhere, in any room, on campus, and off.

Gatorbong

So the first time I smoked weed was at the beach in Puerto Escondido, Mexico. I was 16 years old and it was 2:00 AM. My friends Amelia, Sheree, and I had just stumbled back to the hotel room of the two guys we had met at the bar we had been drinking at. We were all sitting on the floor in a circle, telling stories. One of the guys, Pappi, asks if we wanted to smoke. I said sure, and so did everyone else. Zack, the other guy, asked if we had ever smoked out of a gatorbong before. I had never smoked out of anything, but I kept that to myself. As he pulled it out and loaded the bowl, he explained how it worked. You just had to put your mouth to the opening and then inhale at a steady rate so that it bubbled. I took the first hit and Pappi helped me with the carb. I was already extremely drunk, but that one huge hit sent me over the edge. I could literally no longer see straight. I got the worst cottonmouth and ran to the sink for a drink of water. We went around the circle and told stories, but I was too messed up to speak, so I just passed out in the middle of their floor. The next morning I had to wake up at 7:30, and still very drunk, I went to go on a two hour horse ride on the beach. Luckily, the hangover hadn't hit yet, so it was actually pretty fun. My first experience with weed was done in grand style in Mexico and it is one I will never forget.

Edward Scissor-Hands

I just got blazed and watched Edward Scissorhands for the first time. Johnny Depp continues to impress me with every movie he's in. It was funny, sad, happy, and fucked up all the same time. Loved it! I woke up at around 11:00 AM and did my hair and got dressed and such for a while. Then I packed myself a nice fat bowl in Rippit, my straight shot large bubbler, and put Edward Scissorhands on my computer with the volume on full. Now, luckily, the LA Confidential that I was smoking doesn't make me sleepy, just super duper relaxed, but it does give me the muchies like no other. So, I ate the other entire half of the domino's pizza I had ordered last night. I had eaten the other half the previous night along with an entire chicken and bacon ranch sandwich. God, just saying its name makes my mouth water. The pizza was cheese and beef, delicious. Oh ya, last night I also had an entire can of alphabet beef soup. Munchies again.

Brian Mcknight

As I mentioned in my previous post, my first pot dealer was a guy I found through Craigslist. I was 17 years old and bored so the logical answer to arrive at was that I should start smoking weed more regularly. I was mostly only bored on the weekends, because I didn't have any real good friends in high school, but I was at that stage where I was starting to get sick of hanging out with my family. I didn't know which of the kids at school smoked, (the cool ones, needless to say) so I turned to my friend, the internet. I new you could find almost anything on Craigslist, so that was the first place I went, and it turned out, I was right. just by typing "420" into the search bar and doing a search of the personals, hundreds of posts would pop up. Most of them had to do with sex, but a good number were actually advertisements for people with some pot.

I replied to about 50 of them and then I waited. Only about 10 responded and said that they would be willing to sell me some. I did some research on the typical prices and narrowed it down to about three different people. One of them happened to live on Lake City Way which was only a five minute drive from my house. His name was Brian Mcknight, although, that's just what Yahoo indicated, I'm not actually sure if that was his name. I was very nervous about the whole thing and I kept worrying if I was going to get caught by a cop or kidnapped and raped.

We decided on a time and spot and I told him what color car to look for. When the date arrived, I drove out to the spot we agreed to meet and nervously waited. I saw him coming from across the street and waved over to him. I rolled down the window, but when he came up to the car, he approached the passenger side and reached for the handle. I unlocked the door and he climbed into the car. We went through some small talk and then he pulled out the bag of weed. I took it and gave him the $40.

When he got out of the car, I waited till he was out of sight. Then I opened the bag and examined my newly acquired product. I smelled it and I scrutinized it. The beautiful clear crystals that sat on the leaves, and the strange little purple hairs that grew in between. It was a bit more than I had imagined and was glad to have so much weed (I didn't weigh it back then, but I would say he used to give me 4 gram 1/8ths). I then went home and proceeded to smoke my first bowl of weed that I bought with my own money.

A Brief History

I started smoking pot the summer after my sophomore year in high school when I went to Mexico. I didn't start smoking more regularly until the second semester of my junior year of high school, when I found my first dealer by searching for 420 on Craigslist. I would save up money and occasionally buy an 1/8th from him, but I would only smoke maybe once or twice a week. Things changed when summer rolled around and my dealer ended up in jail (for unpaid parking tickets, not pot) and so I found a new dealer through my ex-boyfriend Mark. This guy, Jason, was a great dealer, because he would deliver right to my house. During the summer, I would typically smoke about once a day and went through an 1/8 about every two and a half weeks.

When Senior year started, I had a super light work load and was only taking five classes, two of which were art, so I would often only have two classes per day. That's when I started experimenting with smoking more in new places. I started coming to a few classes high and to the dog park high or to go play basketball high. Towards the end of my senior year of high school, I was going through an 1/8 about every week and a half and the most I had ever bought at one tie was a 1/4. Summer rolled around and my money ran out. My freelance writing business was in a slump and I didn't have any money coming in, so I went dry. For the second half of the summer, I didn't smoke.

Then college came around and I was introduced to wonderful California. I had previously lived in Washington, which is about as "green" as it gets, but California was just on another level of acceptance. Everybody was a dealer, or knew ten of them, and everybody smoked, if not regularly, then at least on occasion, and no one looked down or frowned upon it. The first semester of my college freshman year I drank more than I smoked. I went to parties and got trashed mostly. But I did smoke probably 3 days a week, never my own stash though, usually just in a friend's room. If I ever wanted to smoke, one of my friends, Matt, smoked every day and got super quality weed from the dispensary. However, second semester I decided I wanted to have my own stash, so I asked around who the best people to buy from were and I found a new dealer, Alan.

He was the first dealer I had who gave me options. I would walk down campus to his dorm and he would have typically four or five different strains, at different prices too. This was really nice for when I was a bit short on cash so I could get a cheaper strain. I started going through an 1/8 every week and I started smoking every day. I made several more contacts during the semester and even bought two full ounces. I feel like I've become quite the expert when it comes to pot and its culture and I would like to share my knowledge and experiences with the world.