Several months ago in CityBeat’s Living Out Loud column, I gave my opinion on Drug Choices. Basically my feeling is take any kind of drug you want – pills, coffee, mushrooms, beer – whatever. It should all be legal. That most certainly also includes pot.
In the column, I state my last experience with weed and how afterwards, I had no desire to do it again.
That changed this past Friday afternoon.
I met up with some friends at the Washington Platform on Elm Street downtown. I can’t remember how the subject turned to pot, but it did.
Tuned out one my friends, who lives downtown, had some and we were in walking distance to his or her apartment. I kind of decided – what the hell?
I took it easy, only took three or four hits off the pipe. Within minutes, my mind felt a little cloudy but that was about it. The high didn’t hit me until about 20 minutes later while taking the bus back to Westwood.
It was a pretty intense bus ride. I had on my sunglasses so the passengers didn’t know I was listening in on their conservations or their cell phone calls.
One guy on his cell phone was telling his “lady” (that’s what he kept calling her) that he would be home in five minutes. And the point of that call was what?
I’m guessing this was the young girl’s grandmother. She was trying to get the girl interested in a TV Guide crossword puzzle book. It was interesting to watch the girl fake an interest, but she clearly wasn’t.
One of the guys in front was rocking back and forth in his seat. Why, I have no idea. After watching him to it 77 times, I stopped counting.
There was a man talking in a low voice on his cell phone. I don’t know who he was talking to, but I convinced myself he was talking to his drug dealer. In my mind, I played a game as to what kind of drug the guy was “purchasing.”
I could report more, but I think you get the idea. It was an amusing bus ride – and the shortest one I have ever taken back to my place in Westwood.
So am I a pot smoker again? I’m not going to say, just in case a Cincinnati cop is reading this. For the small amount that I smoked, if they found it on me, I could go to jail.
But it was a good experience. And, of course, it should be legal.
(Photo of another passenger on the bus found at photobucket)