What a brave move on your part to create a page such as this. Most likely you’ll be ridiculed for your bravery and think I saw some of the towns people gathering stones for your lottery. But as far as bravery is concerned, Don’t worry there are others like you that aren’t afraid to live, love, share and inspire.
I support you Legion and I support Marijuana.

My first experience with this feared plant happened at the age of 15, whereas video game systems were only 16 bit and lacked the animations that they have today. The malls were just not accessible to us suburban kids. I came from a generation where house parties and backyard kegs were honored every weekend from someone in the neighborhood. Now don’t get me wrong, even though these events happened every weekend, doesn’t mean that I attended, It just means; I was aware that our society trusted and liked each other a little more then they do today. I grew up in a time when we still said hello to everyone that passed by and knew that they would respond back with a wave, smile or the same greeting. Sorry I strayed a little from my story, Just reminiscing about the good ol’ days makes me happy.

My first encounter with Marijuana happened at one of those mentioned house parties. My best friends Devon,Luke and I attended a local house party that was charging $2.00 as an entrance fee and it would allow you to partake in all of the amenities that were available, as long as they were available; So we arrived early. 
As soon as I entered through the front door, I was greeted with a smelly cloud that forced me to cough like crazy and quickly maneuver myself towards a better source of fresher air or the backyard. Once in the backyard some girl working the keg pump handed us three red plastic cups of the golden frosty suds. We then retreated to a quite corner to enjoy our first sip of this brew, that we all grew up watching our parents drink but never tasted.
I took a breath and made a toast with my friends and raised the cup to my lip. I foolishly and accidentally inhaled some of the suds into my nose and started coughing. Devon & Luke were a little more skilled at the art of drinking then I as they fathers were alcoholics. As I watched their faces shrivel up as they swallowed the beer, I hesitated even attempting my sip as they made it look like it tasted yucky. So I blew some of the suds away and gulped a big mouthful down....Just as I expected, it tasted just like Poison and I didn’t like it at all, Yuck!
My friends said that the 1st sip is always bad and we all braved our second sip together. Now the second sip was even worse then the first, At least the first was masked by a good amount of suds but the second...Well that was just pure product and horrible!!!! 
Let’s just say, That I hope that rose bush didn’t die from us three, pouring our beers free, upon that poor unsuspecting tree. He he

With cups empty we made our way back into the kitchen and washed them along with our mouths out with water. Then as we all turned to leave the kitchen, We saw a giant mound of weed on top of the counter. There was another girl right in front of it smoking a joint that she just rolled. Standing to the left of her, She passed it directly to me and I took it into my hand and just looked at the small bits of twigs and leaves burning and curling with the red amber. Along with my friends approving nods and that girls smile, I raised the joint to my lips and inhaled it into my mouth and not my lungs. This again was the first time I ventured outside the box, so I made allot of rookie moves.  I passed it back to her and she said it always goes to the left hand side, So I passed it to Devon. He inhaled it like a champ and held it in until his eye’s turned red and blew it out of his nose like a dragon. Then Luke hit it like another champ and also blew it out of his nose. Then the girl hit it again and also became a dragon like my friends. When my turn came around, The girl told me to to inhale it like I was drinking a beer and I made a stink face at that comment. She than said “try to drink it in and just when you cant hold it anymore, Close your mouth and blow it out your nose. Ladies and Gentlemen, Let me just say that there were four red eyed dragons in the kitchen that night, Just one of them was coughing like crazy.

She then departed and we were left looking at this giant mound of weed filled with sticks and seeds. It was a bit moist as it was freshly picked. So we pulled a little amount to the side and took turns picking the seeds and sticks out. After about an hour (:Time flies when your high. We had separated a small section about the size of an half an egg. We placed it in a napkin and put it in the microwave to dry it. After checking on it multiple times we finally had the right texture and dryness. Luke and Devon then rolled the mound into two joints and we left the party with them.

We ending up going back to my house and camping in my backyard. Some time around midnight we lit one of the joints and smoked it inside my tent with all the widows zippered closed (:traditional hot box and it tasted quite bad, nothing like the kind we had at the party. But for some reason, I thought that there were coyotes outside of the tent and Devon kept seeing giant bats in the sky. Luke was just laying on his back giggling for hours about everything we said. We fell asleep in the tent and the next morning we did a wake & bake session with the last joint. Yep, This one was yucky too and tasted even worse the next morning. But it made us all giggle about nothing for hours. Seven years passed and I never touched the stuff after that one time. I became ignorant about Marijuana in general and wrote many harassing articles and poems over the years about how, it tastes,How I felt,How it taste...it tasted really, really bad!!!! So I made sure everyone knew it and wanted to hate it too. I convinced many, I would say thousands of people worldwide during my travels and life.

At 22 years of age, While I was at one of the most prestigious Engineering Schools (MIT) I met a fellow by the name of Tony that read my articles and poems and said I must’ve smoked some of the worst kind of marijuana ever. He called it “Stress” He said that it was the cheapest and crappiest kind around. It all came from Mexico and then he asked if there were seeds inside of it that I would have to pick out. “Yes, Tony...We picked the seeds out for an hour and then micro waved it and rolled it into a joint.” He started laughing and said that he has something at his truck that he want’s me to try.

When we arrived to his truck we left the campus and went to a duck pond in a nearby park. We went and sat on the swings and he packed up a bowl of his weed into a spoon like pipe and handed it to me. I said ”Come on Brother...I’m good, I don’t need any” He said “Listen...When you inhale it, hold the lighter to the side of the bowl and try to burn only half of it while you are inhaling it, That way I get some greens too” So then I handed it back to him and told him to go first. he did exactly as he told me to do and only burned half of it and then held it in for a minute or so and blew it into my face. 
Aside from a face full of smoke, it smelled great as it had a fruity smell to it. Then he handed it back to me and said “As you inhale it this time, I want you to think about how the smoke travels down your throat into your lungs and fills them up. If you need to cough, then just cough ...it makes you higher quicker”

I raised the spoon to my lip and burned the remaining green side as I imagined it’s journey into me”  It tasted like a skittles rainbow and was so fruity, I didn’t want to exhale it out at all. So I coughed it out instead a minute later. My eye’s welled up with tears and I felt a little light headed. Moments later I had my shoes off and I was wiggling my toes in the sand watching the grains form waterfalls in-between my toes. I was smiling the whole time and thinking about everything.

The sky turned a rich blue and the puffy clouds formed animals that I only remember seeing as a child. When I stood up, everything felt different. I felt lighter and I felt like I could jump over the pond, if I really wanted to. The tree’s swayed and danced in the wind like they have been doing for all these years, but I was to busy to ever notice before. A light breeze that was blowing tickled my skin and made me laugh without it ever saying a word or whispering a secret in my ear. I looked at Tony and he was just looking back at me smiling and asked me what I thought about marijuana now. I said “It just made this day Beautiful”
He gave me that pipe and bag of marijuana and I went back to my apartment and got high with him a few more times and wrote a dozen or so poems that very night.

I don’t call it Marijuana or Weed anymore...I call it “Magic” and with 3 Houses,1 Boat, 1 Mini-Sub, 1 Motorcycle, 3125 poems, 8 Screenplays, A Music/Film Studio, A Ridiculous Boy Band type of bank account and never having to work for someone ever again...I’m still calling it Magic!
Hope you enjoyed a glimpse into My Life...I gotta go and do some magic with Tony & his Wife!