Being a cautious kid, I had gone to a couple of pot parties to just observe. Richard, the owner of the Warlock Shop, was our host and friendly neighborhood dealer. Richard was a relic of the Beat era, with a devilish face, merry blue eyes and a goatee. He introduced me to pot.

It was Halloween and we were partying in Pacific Beach. We were all seated, cross-legged, in a circle passing the joint. I would just pass it to the next person without inhaling. Incense burned amid flickering scented candles. "Akhmad, the Revolving", a local psychedelic DJ, was on the radio playing the Airplane, Janis, the Beatles and more. Richard was holding court, spinning philosophy, community and flower power. We were the "Warlock Shop" family- all of us joined together- all of us trusting and believing. There is something sacramental about sharing like that. Then Richard had joints going around in two directions. Suddenly there I was with a joint in either hand!..... I inhaled.


Damn! I miss those times! - Granny:hippy:
Storm Crow Reviewed by Storm Crow on . first time you smoked, if you can remember after i smoked like 3 bowls, i didnt feel much, but my friend {who had smoked for years} was "stoned"-as quoted from him. Then, we ate a whole pie, and some chips. We went to sleep and then in the morning i smoked another bowl, but still nothing. A few months later I got ahold of some bud, and ever since im high off a bowl. Rating: 5