I was 15 when I started smoking Cannabis. I always said to myself at school while learning about drugs and sexual protection that Cannabis would be the one if any drug that I would try. I don’t know why, our religious education teacher presented us at the ages of 14 with a menu for drugs available on the street and their various effects and why they were bad for us. Scanning through the list Magic Mushrooms also seemed an interesting choice.
At school and college we mainly smoked cheap maroc hash, or its favoured North European blend, the dreaded SOAP bar. But I made a few connections at college and found a source of Mexican bush weed that was a lot stronger (if you can believe it) and started to sell some to my friends.
However much I smoked though, I never really enjoyed it that much and for me it was all about peer pressure and to be looking cool. Mainly I smoked cannabis for social reasons and to sometimes come down from other drugs I began to experiment with at the time, Amphetamine, LSD, Ecstasy and Cocaine.
Skunk or hydro became available a year or two later. It blowed my socks off and everyone else’s too.. But it was expensive and we weren’t used to paying out so much to get stoned.
It wasn’t until I was 20 and although I considered myself a seasoned smoker… I really had no idea what lay ahead of me. I became friendly with a hippy through music channels, and he saw me smoking a joint and asked me what it was. We got chatting and he promised to sort me out with something a lot better.
About 6 weeks later we met again and he gave me this wet and colorful branch of skunk which neither looked nor smelt like anything I had ever seen. ‘It’s Citral… leave it out for a couple of days before you try rolling a joint with it’ he said. ‘By the way… don’t use so much tobacco in your joints (I was using about a wholecigarette at the time)… use more weed and half as much tobacco’. And so I did.
I have never before or since been as high in my entire life.
I don’t really know or remember how to quantify the effect, it was uplifting like amphetamine but without the side effects, energetic like coke but without the anxiety, hallucinogenic like acid but without the awful trip. Maybe it was a mild mix of all of these things? The experience was completely different to what I had been used to. This wasn’t a sleepy or stoned effect; I was high, euphoric and rushy to the point of a chemical narcotic. God it was lovely… I smoked and treasured that bud as if it was a divine elixir. And I have been chasing the same buzz ever since.
9/11 soon happened and I found myself attached to the TV completely, breaking only to skin up or make a bowl.
Ten years have passed and I am now 30.
I find these days very little to no effect from smoking weed on its own. I need alcohol to improve the strength of the cannabis, let’s say 6-8 units. I occasionally come across a bud or strain which gives me a hint of the same happiness (Blueberry Cheese and some Nepalese Jungle Cream) but nothing is ever the same. Not unless I am drinking AND smoking.
It is clear to me now that my tolerance will never recover, and although I can get high whenever I like, I may never reach the same contentmen