django47
Bluelighter
When I was 13 I had my first spliff and I thought it was wonderful. I was given a large envelope of not great weed but being my first time, I didn't know the difference and suddenly I was the most popular geezer in our gang, till it run out that is.
I am now in my mid 60s and a couple of years ago I had to stop smoking because it was killing me and the doctor said that if I didn't stop right away then in 2-3 years I would be stuck in an armchair, wearing an oxygen mask and unable to do anything for myself. In the past I tried to stop smoking more times than I can remember but never had the will power, not only that, but I loved my spliff. I smoked weed or hash about every day of my life and I was never ashamed to admit it to anyone. It was a way of life and I didn't want to change, ever. Unfortunately, when I got to the point where I could hardly cross the road without stopping to get my breath. I felt like I was breathing through a straw, it was like drowning. With the help of patches, I stopped smoking entirely.
To be quite honest, I am used to not smoking cigarettes and it doesn't bother me, well hardly ever, but what I really miss is 'skinning up' and chilling out. It's like something really important is missing and I'm left with a big void that needs filling. It was the nearest thing to religion in my life.
I know I could make cakes and tea's and eat it in different ways, but it's not the same. It's the ritual, being a great admirer of the rasta way of life, my perfect evening was chillin out in a room lit with candels sitting or lounging on great big studio floor cushions with some 'lovers rock' and a bit of 'dub' throbbing out of the sound system and of course my favourite chick nestling beside me.
And what binds all these things together to create the perfect atmosphere......"Pass round the pipe man".
I so miss these things. If I was told that I had a terminal illness and couldn't do anything to prevent it, I would go out and buy a 'bar' of nice rocky, or sum such and just totally get wasted. I'd stock up with a few bottles of 'bubbly', live on take-aways, and, i am rather fond of using a hubbly-bubbly as it cools the smoke down a bit and is a bit easier on the throat.
Ain't it a bastard, anything that is really enjoyable is either illegal or it kills ya !
If I had my time agaiin, I wouldn't change a thing.
I am now in my mid 60s and a couple of years ago I had to stop smoking because it was killing me and the doctor said that if I didn't stop right away then in 2-3 years I would be stuck in an armchair, wearing an oxygen mask and unable to do anything for myself. In the past I tried to stop smoking more times than I can remember but never had the will power, not only that, but I loved my spliff. I smoked weed or hash about every day of my life and I was never ashamed to admit it to anyone. It was a way of life and I didn't want to change, ever. Unfortunately, when I got to the point where I could hardly cross the road without stopping to get my breath. I felt like I was breathing through a straw, it was like drowning. With the help of patches, I stopped smoking entirely.
To be quite honest, I am used to not smoking cigarettes and it doesn't bother me, well hardly ever, but what I really miss is 'skinning up' and chilling out. It's like something really important is missing and I'm left with a big void that needs filling. It was the nearest thing to religion in my life.
I know I could make cakes and tea's and eat it in different ways, but it's not the same. It's the ritual, being a great admirer of the rasta way of life, my perfect evening was chillin out in a room lit with candels sitting or lounging on great big studio floor cushions with some 'lovers rock' and a bit of 'dub' throbbing out of the sound system and of course my favourite chick nestling beside me.
And what binds all these things together to create the perfect atmosphere......"Pass round the pipe man".
I so miss these things. If I was told that I had a terminal illness and couldn't do anything to prevent it, I would go out and buy a 'bar' of nice rocky, or sum such and just totally get wasted. I'd stock up with a few bottles of 'bubbly', live on take-aways, and, i am rather fond of using a hubbly-bubbly as it cools the smoke down a bit and is a bit easier on the throat.
Ain't it a bastard, anything that is really enjoyable is either illegal or it kills ya !
If I had my time agaiin, I wouldn't change a thing.
