I want to share some funny stories from my early teens when I was a pothead (I have many such stories).
Story 1:
I was 14 and at the time I would usually have a roach to hotknife in the morning before going to school.
My mom would leave for work about a half hour before me, and that is when I would smoke and exhale into the fan above the stove.
One morning my mother was not going to work that day and I had not been aware of this.
I was already in a bad mood and had already probably been arguing with her about something else (I was very rebellious at the time).
I really wanted to smoke before going to school that day.
I angrily decided to try and discretely heat up my hotknives (I was using spoons that were hammered flat) on the stove and smoke anyway.
My idea was to run over to the balcony and exhale outside.
My mom was also awake and walking around the house, and in all reality I knew that she would smell it and/or catch me in the act, but I was pissed off and just wanted to have my hit before leaving the house.
Because she was walking in and out of the kitchen also, I decided to heat up only one of my ‘hotspoons’, and to put the kettle on the same burner to hide it.
My idea was to sandwitch the weed between the single hotspoon and the stovetop.
Anyway, my mom comes into the kitchen and without any hesitation walks up to me at the stove, takes the kettle off of the burner and turns off the burner angrily.
She ‘scolds’ me for trying to smoke inside, and is further angry that I have stolen one of her good spoons to use for hotkniving.
Anyway I don’t think I ended up smoking that morning.
Story 2:
When I was 13 I was staying in a group home type of place (as a result of my delinquent behavior at the time).
The owner of the group home said that he doesn’t agree with us smoking pot, but because he knows we are going to do it anyway we might as well do it in the house to stay out of trouble.
The other kid there was an Inuit guy who ‘wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer’.
Him and I were smoking pot and watching TV and he says “Hey! Look a roach! I’m going to smoke it in my pipe!”.
I thought it was cool, but wasn’t extremely interested.
He kept going on endlessly about “Dude, look at this roach! Its SOOOO resiny! This is gunna get me so high!”
He was going on about it excessively about how great this roach was for so long that I lost my temper and yelled at him to shut the fuck up about the roach.
Keep in mind 2 things: 1) We didn’t know where this particular roach came from, because we had already smoked all of our roaches 2) the lighting is rather dim.
Finally he decides to smoke it in his pipe.
He inhales and says “Ohh! What the fuck!?” … “Oh Fuck!! Its a bug!!!”.
I laughed.
Looks like this mistery roach may have actually been a cocroach or some kind of beetle/moth or something.
Funny times. (Many more stories to share if you guys like reading them).
