Stoners in school. I never really knew what their problem was, but the glazed expression and general easy going nature always seemed attractive as a personality trait to me.
After a while I started realizing what was going on,
and I do remember watching Half baked with my brother a few times.
I also have faint memories of a cheech and chong video on some random movie night...

After a while I became more aware. Both of my brothers were heavy pot smokers, and I soon learned that that funny "pine" smell which emanated from my brothers room directly before he became an asshole for the night was marijuana. I learned to distinguish bong noises from sublime music in the afternoons, and when my older brother moved back home, started witnessing the act in person.

I remember how mystical it seemed... I wish I still felt like that. I've done and read so much to do with drugs that I feel like an expert...