^^ agree.
I smoked a few times now and then first years years of high school, then kind of became a pillhead for awhile. I was basically the most anti-pot smoker ever because I was deathly afraid to smoke it. Then last summer my old roommate changed my life by getting me to understand to joy of green: I came home one night from work to see him, [note, he is a really funny, cool as hell guy, with long frizzy red hair; he's about 5'3", and weighs about 250-260. Trust me. The description helps.] sitting on the couch in his boxers with a blanket wrapped around his stomach, without actually covering anything. He was more stoned than I had ever seen him, and he was staring at the TV while holding in his arms a bong made out of a gallon milk jug.
I hit the bong and became a daily smoker because of that night.
Now I make extra money on the side from selling brownies and cookies, and preach the gospel of Mary Jane to everyone I know. :] And I have no one to thank but my old roommate.