Ah, let me begin my story. But first, I'm gonna pack my pipe again. Hopefully what follows this paragraph is legible.

Before I ever even came close to the opportunity to get high, I was researching. Could it really be as bad as they say? I asked myself. Hell, I know enough to not trust the government.

So I research. I find out it has medical benefits! I find out it isn't a gateway drug! I learn to much new information. I read things that had never been presented to me before, things omitted from the history the school systems teach us.

Then, one fateful night (after having seen Jackass Number 2 in the theater that very night), the subject came up. My friend mentioned it. I inquired as to the possibility of me sitting in on his friends' circle ala smoke.

Not long after, I find myself in a guy's basement. There is a bong on the coffee table, and large amounts of weed around. I begin to smile. Because I've never smoked anything before, it was suggested that I 'clear' the bong (with ice in the neck) after someone else's hit. It was a good idea.

I was coughing my ass off. They say a lot of people don't inhale the smoke on their first few times. Not me. I inhaled the shit out of the stuff, I wasn't going to fuck this up. So, a lot of coughing, a lot of drinking Lipton tea. After a while, I muster up the lungs to take a second hit. More of the same. Third hit, also more of the same.

Anyway, regardless of how many hits I took: I got blasted. It was great. The next session for me came a while later (maybe upwards to two weeks), and the events proceeded the same as before. Good times had by all.

The next time we hotboxed my friend's car with a glass pipe (killed my lungs).

The basement thing stopped happening, and I started primarily smoking with the original friend from the beginning of the story in his car. I still didn't have any weed of my own. We only used joints at that time; neither of us had anything else to use. A while later we buy pipes at a sweet headshop in town.

Finally, the day comes when I buy my first 1/8 of sweet mary jane. I believe the price was $60, and the stuff was very nice. Since the day I bought that 1/8, I've been stoned nearly every single night. I was hooked.

Hooked, like a goddamn fish on a line, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
A Scanner Darkly Reviewed by A Scanner Darkly on . How'd you get hooked on Mary? It is grown in every part of the world, been used for thousands of years, known throughout human history. My first experience was my sister, she got some from her friend that knew "Sureno 13 Mex Mafia x_X" and they smoked. My sister gave me a bowl and I kept it, but she later told my parents and they took it =o. A year later, my best friend moved to a poorer community. I would call it Mexico. 7th grade summer, I remember smoking it with him and a bunch of other black people, these Rating: 5