As I write this I am a 50 year old guy who has been a regular smoker for more than 2 decades.
I love getting high, and still do it every afternoon.
Once upon a time I was a noobie, an experienced youngster who was genuinely curious about what it felt love to get stoned… My parents told me that marijuana would turn me into a junkie, but the R-rated comedies I watched on cable cable made it seem love a blast. I had to find out for myself, and one night my neighbor Andy gave to show me the ropes. I thought he was being a kind, experienced marijuana guru, but he was absolutely just messing with me. Instead of introducing me gently to marijuana he broke out his largest bong and got me far too stoned; A person’s first time smoking cannabis should be gradual, a few tokes at the time to see what it feels like. Andy was trying to get me zonked, and kept giving me big bong tokes of OG Kush until I passed out on the floor, and years later when it was my turn to help a cannabis rookie experience their first high, I remembered what Andy did to me, and went in the opposite direction. I rolled up a “pinner” which is the thinnest possible cannabis cigarette, and let my young neighbor work through it gently. Andy thought it was funny to give me too much marijuana and watched me get deranged. I thought it was more respectful to show my neighbor how amazing cannabis can be by taking it self-explanatory.