I can still, after all these years, remember my first time. My older brother thought it would be funny to get a kid high, so guess who he picked? I was 10. The weed was bunk, and I was scared shitless we would be cought. I never did get cought. Well, that ain't exactly true. I never got cought while I was a kid I should say.

My oldest kid is 18, almost 19. When he was 16 he came out to stay with me for the summer. On the way home from the airport he decided he would brag to me how good the weed was he had been tokin in MO. I didn't receive his new info about him tokin weed very well, but I couldn't really say much to him while high. It was a few days later when I got a package in the mail from overseas. WW is what it was. I came home and acted upset and mad. I told him to haul his ass down to his room and wait for me there, and that he was in bad trouble. I made him wait a while to wonder what the hell. Then I went down and burst into his room like I was really pissed. The look on his face was one of "what the hell did I do". I held out my pipe and lighter to him, and his look changed to "what the hell is he doing" and he just froze like that. I told him I wasn't going to hold it there all day and he finally snatched it from me and took a hit. We sat in his room and watched Up in Smoke with a few bowls. It was some of the best bonding we ever had. After the first few hits he decided the weed he toked in MO wasn't that good after all. I don't regret getting high with him at all. Looking back at it now, I actualy think it was a good thing. It made us more then just son and dad, we became friends also.

Toker