From Beer to Marijuana
Most people have experimented with drinking alcohol and smoking marijuana—some at an earlier age than others. My dad used to give me small sips of his bitter tasting beer when I was only seven years old. Knowing that I wasn’t going to enjoy the trifling taste of the perfectly brewed hops and barley, I was determined to be like my dad and ask for a sip whenever he opened his ice cold can of beer.
When I turned 12 years old, my dad poured me 6 ounces (half a can) of Busch in a clear frosty beer glass. He warned me to take small sips and make it last for a long time. I finished the brew in about five minutes. After a while, my legs started to tingle and a gentle euphoric sensation saturated my brain and body. I felt the effects of alcohol for the first time in my life.
As time went on, I started drinking alcohol more and more. Most of my weekends were spent striving to reach the state of inebriation. When I became a rhythm guitar player in a local top-40 band, I started consuming beer about five days per week.
I was soon introduced to marijuana and within a short time, I became a daily pot smoker. I enjoyed the feeling of a good buzz more than the effects of alcohol. Eventually, my only vice was marijuana. I didn’t miss the hangovers that alcohol gave me.
Soon I learned about the different types of marijuana and the buzz which accompanied each strain of cannabis. I was on a quest to find the best weed in the world. It got to the point where I wouldn’t even smoke low-grade marijuana (low tetrahydrocannabinol content).
Marijuana made me feel so good that I would get out of bed and smoke a bowl or a joint every morning. After a few hours when my buzz started to fade, I would get high again. This pattern repeated until it was time for bed. I was buzzed from marijuana all day long for many years.
Our band was playing a long gig at a country bar when the lead singer asked me to join him in a private room on the other side of the tavern. He pulled out some cocaine and started creating an ultra-fine powder with a razor blade. After rolling up a dollar bill, he snorted two lines of coke. He handed me the rolled up bill and said, “Your turn”.
Read more enlightening details of what happens next by downloading my e-book “30 Years High”. Is marijuana is truly a gateway drug?
D. Jack Oswald