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Post 1871, Day 163 of 2017
- 2,355 days since I started this blog -
- 2,355 days since I started this blog -
The first time I knew or heard anything about pot was in volume 9 of the Golden Book Encyclopedia. Each volume arrived, one at a time, every two weeks, in the mail, and I read them cover-to-cover as they came in.
There were a couple of paragraphs talking about the plant that was smoked to intoxicate its users, along with a lurid illustration of a Mexican(-ish) hooker in a bar with a reefer hanging out of her mouth, looking very depressed, and some musicians. The effect was described as a mood exaggerator making some people euphoric and others depressed. It's illegality was mentioned in passing, I believe.
I remember it stuck, because I thought to myself that if you didn't 'take it' in a bad mood, sounded like fun.
I was fourteen years old, early in my junior year in high school, and quite innocent, the next time it came up. In homeroom one day, a girl I liked was extolling the virtues of the Rolling Stones, especially contrasted to the Beatles, and another classmate turned around and said something about they're just being potheads. I had no idea what that meant - the image I had was of Disney's Johnny Appleseed cartoon character, who wore a cooking pot on his head for a hat.
It was explained to me what it meant, sort of. The words 'grass' and 'weed' and 'maryjane' were used, and I still didn't know what they were talking about. Then they used the magic word, marijuana, and it connected.
It was about six months later on a Winter Friday night when I first tried it in the basement of my friend Steve's house when some friends (all one to two years older than me) had a pot party. Passing around a joint, we got high. I got wasted. Steve sprayed some room spray around, and everybody lit up cigarettes to cover the smell, which was a good thing, because before a single record side had been finished, we were interrupted by the unexpected arrival of his parents upstairs, and scooted out the garage, undetected. Very high, we talked about where we could go and hang out (it was Winter and cold) and I volunteered my apartment, because my parents were out for the night.
We got to my apartment, and settled in, listening to some records. To appease my younger brother and sister for interrupting their TV time, I agreed to do some chores, and washed the dishes from dinner, still in the sink. One of the girls in the group expressed surprise about how 'domestic' I was.
As soon as I finished the dishes and put another side on the record player, my parents came home, earlier than expected. And this is when things got weird.
In the year-and-a-half since I started high school, I had only brought one friend over, Thom Jones. My mother didn't think I had any other friends, and Thom being black must have, in her mind, sealed that deal. She saw me as sad all the time (she wasn't far from wrong). This surprising evidence of me having a social life thrilled her. She went in her bedroom and brought out her Hanukkah gift, a Polaroid SureShot, and took a picture. As far as I know, the only one ever taken inside the apartment.
She never knew it was a momento of the first time I got high on pot. I have to thank my sister, keeper of records that she was, for unearthing it a few decades ago, three decades after the event.
Thank you, Joan!
There were a couple of paragraphs talking about the plant that was smoked to intoxicate its users, along with a lurid illustration of a Mexican(-ish) hooker in a bar with a reefer hanging out of her mouth, looking very depressed, and some musicians. The effect was described as a mood exaggerator making some people euphoric and others depressed. It's illegality was mentioned in passing, I believe.
I remember it stuck, because I thought to myself that if you didn't 'take it' in a bad mood, sounded like fun.
I was fourteen years old, early in my junior year in high school, and quite innocent, the next time it came up. In homeroom one day, a girl I liked was extolling the virtues of the Rolling Stones, especially contrasted to the Beatles, and another classmate turned around and said something about they're just being potheads. I had no idea what that meant - the image I had was of Disney's Johnny Appleseed cartoon character, who wore a cooking pot on his head for a hat.
It was explained to me what it meant, sort of. The words 'grass' and 'weed' and 'maryjane' were used, and I still didn't know what they were talking about. Then they used the magic word, marijuana, and it connected.
It was about six months later on a Winter Friday night when I first tried it in the basement of my friend Steve's house when some friends (all one to two years older than me) had a pot party. Passing around a joint, we got high. I got wasted. Steve sprayed some room spray around, and everybody lit up cigarettes to cover the smell, which was a good thing, because before a single record side had been finished, we were interrupted by the unexpected arrival of his parents upstairs, and scooted out the garage, undetected. Very high, we talked about where we could go and hang out (it was Winter and cold) and I volunteered my apartment, because my parents were out for the night.
We got to my apartment, and settled in, listening to some records. To appease my younger brother and sister for interrupting their TV time, I agreed to do some chores, and washed the dishes from dinner, still in the sink. One of the girls in the group expressed surprise about how 'domestic' I was.
As soon as I finished the dishes and put another side on the record player, my parents came home, earlier than expected. And this is when things got weird.
In the year-and-a-half since I started high school, I had only brought one friend over, Thom Jones. My mother didn't think I had any other friends, and Thom being black must have, in her mind, sealed that deal. She saw me as sad all the time (she wasn't far from wrong). This surprising evidence of me having a social life thrilled her. She went in her bedroom and brought out her Hanukkah gift, a Polaroid SureShot, and took a picture. As far as I know, the only one ever taken inside the apartment.
She never knew it was a momento of the first time I got high on pot. I have to thank my sister, keeper of records that she was, for unearthing it a few decades ago, three decades after the event.
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| That's me, age 15, glazedly looking at my mom embarrassing me in front of my friends. I didn't know the couple to the left (indoor sunglasses stoned guy from college) behind me. That's Adrian directly behind me; Steve to the right of her; I don't remember the name of the guy next to Steve, but next to him, all the way on the right is Marge, who went on to direct the Senior Show I wrote, and as someone who was the most worldly person I knew at that time, she was probably the main instigator of the pot party in the first place. My sister Joan is lying on the couch behind Steve, looking happy at my discomfort. |
Food and Diet
Today's Weight: 208.9 lbs.
Today's Weight: 208.9 lbs.
Previous Weight (6/9/17): 202.8 lbs.
Net Loss/Gain: + 6.1 lbs.
Diet Comment
This terrible result brought to you by relentlessly poor food choices beginning Friday and ending just after midnight, Monday. I am unconcerned, as prepping for a colonoscopy on Thursday begins Tuesday night, and involves a fast Wednesday - I expect my Friday weigh-in to have lost all or most of this weight.
Food Log
Breakfast
6:05pm: Green and blue protein smoothie with coconut-almond milk, kefir, large organic egg, chia gel, kale, spinach, blueberries, whey powder (36g protein), hemp seeds, hemp protein (7g protein), raw organic cacao powder, moringa leaf powder, cinnamon, turmeric and stevia-inulin blend.
Lunch
Skipped.
Dinner
1:45am:Chopped salad: sriracha chicken breast, shaved parmesan, arugula, chard, kale, spinach, cabbage, and creamy balsamic dressing. A Quest bar.
Liquid Intake
6:05pm: Green and blue protein smoothie with coconut-almond milk, kefir, large organic egg, chia gel, kale, spinach, blueberries, whey powder (36g protein), hemp seeds, hemp protein (7g protein), raw organic cacao powder, moringa leaf powder, cinnamon, turmeric and stevia-inulin blend.
Lunch
Skipped.
Dinner
1:45am:Chopped salad: sriracha chicken breast, shaved parmesan, arugula, chard, kale, spinach, cabbage, and creamy balsamic dressing. A Quest bar.
Liquid Intake
Espressos: 1; Coffee: 0 oz.; Tea: 0 oz.; Water: 72+ oz.;
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