“Gettin’ Stoned”- A Cautionary Tale!

November 11, 2019 Off By Charles R. Bucklin

True Story. Many years ago, I was sharing a cottage with some Young Thing out in Forestville, California. Back in 1996.


One day, Young Thing brings home some weed that was probably grown in a forest somewhere out in Magic Mushroom Land. 


There were crystals and crap all over the buds. It smelled downright awful. Kind of like cowshit with a strong hint of oregano.


Now, being a child of the seventies I had smoked weed before when you could buy it for $10 bucks a lid.  Mostly it was a small baggy filled with stems and seeds. 


But it got you there.


Anyway, I  had just gotten home from work and I wanted to relax. Moved by some kind of an adventurous spirit, I thought “What the heck? Maybe a few puffs would relax me?”


With that in mind, I took a couple of bong hits and waited for the floor to drop away. 


However, after a few moments – I felt surprisingly OK.

 
In fact, I felt downright warm and toasty.

Being a little buzzed,  I thought I would call it a night and turn in since I had to get up early for work.


But ah shit! Wouldn’t you know it?  I had forgotten to bring my briefcase into the house. I had left it on the front seat of my Mazda.


Thus, a quick trip outside was in order.


Now our house and driveway were located by the main drag, very near downtown Forestville. So I had to walk very close to the road to get to my car.

As I walked, I began to notice people who were driving by me begin to blink their high beams, toot their horns and wave. 

I nodded and waved at them, all neighborly-like.

Being new to this rural area, I was thinking these Country Folk sure were nice and friendly.

I got my briefcase out of my Mazda, as motorists continued to drive by. 

There was more horn-tootin’, headlight blinkin’ and people waving as I headed back to the house. A few people appeared to be screaming “Hello!” to me as they drove past.

So, I kept nodding and waving back at ’em like an idiot. 

And then I realized…I was completely naked.

Well…!

I haven’t touched the Stuff since then.