Meridian, Idaho

I decided to try some of the marijuana later that same night.

We were staying in an RV park in Cortez, Colorado, but I just didn’t feel comfortable smoking pot in the park. The smell would be intense and very recognizable, and I still felt like a criminal.

I wrapped a joint and it turned out quite well considering how long it had been since I had wrapped one. Truthfully it took a few tries, but I was quite pleased with my efforts. 🙂

I actually Googled “How to Roll a Joint” and got lots of great advice on-line.

Rich and I drove out to a place in the nearby forest, and I lit up.

It’s just like riding a bicycle or riding a bicycle while smoking a joint–came right back to me. 🙂

Other than smoking marijuana less than a dozen times and smoking a cigarette once (and my mother caught me on the third puff), I have never smoked.

I was coughing and hacking within minutes. My nearly virgin lungs and throat were not ready for smoking a full joint.

So I smoked about half the joint.

Rich was keeping a careful eye on me. I kept assuring him that I was fine, and I was.

In fact, within about 15 minutes I was more than fine. I was HIGH!

I don’t like wine, but I’m guessing that a lot of what I was feeling was similar to what others feel after some wine.

I was calm and peaceful.

While I did have some internal dialog going on, it wasn’t rushed and I didn’t feel compelled to think things through to the end.

There were some warps in the flow of time. At times, seconds took minutes. At other times, minutes took seconds. It wasn’t scary; it just was…

I put my headphones on and listened to some of my favorite music. It was DIVINE. The music felt like it was being created inside my head and choreographed with gentle waves throughout at the same time.

The high lasted a couple of hours.

I slept very well that night.

And, the best thing? No hangover in the morning!

To Be Continued…