I don’t do marijuana.  Since I’m 58 that’s a “Well DUH!” statement.  By this  age I should have stories and reasons for stopping.  Sorry, it’s a tale of a misspent youth with few friends that had the connections and inclination to score or share with me some boo.

I tried regular cigarettes in my early teens and didn’t like any of the experience; the coughing, the fire, the smell or the expense.  I didn’t get any coolness credit either.  I figured if I didn’t like machine rolled hand-rolled was not going to be any better.  The lack of peers to pressure me into the drug culture contributed to the pristine atmosphere in my lungs.

That’s my excuse for high school.  Most of those reasons extended into college.  I studied engineering at the University of Houston.  U of H is a mostly commuter school so there not a lot of sitting around a dorm room expanding our minds and dreamily solving the world’s problems in a cannabis haze.

Engineering is not a major that breeds nor welcomes potheads.

I did have opportunities to get high after college.  All those times I was drunk and apparently you can’t feel a pot high under the influence of alcohol.  I didn’t enjoy dealing with small recreational fires so I refused any more offers.

By then everybody in my social circle were in their mid-20s or older so the quest for coolness had ended and the decisions about recreational drugs (brands and delivery systems) had been made.