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    Hi there all my little tasties. This is the first installment of the DR's smoked filled notes for  ganjapages. On this here entry I hope to entertain and bring to light some of the ideas that have crossed my mind since that first fateful day. Yes I'm speaking of the first time I, like so many before me, crossed paths with Mary Jane. It's funny how smoking a little bit of kindness can bring back old memories. I was growing up in south Texas during the 80's. If you had grown up there you would know that not to many people were growing the sticky green. Being a young skate punk I was surrounded by brown brick funk. Oh, how the tables have turned! Big ups to Cali green bud and all the heads who are lucky enough to call it there own. Well back to the first time.

I was twelve and was starting to experiment with having a beer or a cigarette. I was totally down to try anything new, and believe me there was a lot that was new. Looking back I recall a few of my buddies and I had heard of a party going on with a bunch of metal bands. We were all getting reved up to go. Now, as I recall, one of my buddies was a Jehovah's witness and he was crazy. His name was Johnny and he called us all around. He told us he had gotten hold of some pot. I think being a witness always tempted other people to try and get this kid to do questionable things. Crazy thing was that Johnny was game.

None of us had ever smoked weed. Being virgins (and I do mean virgins) we had no pipe to smoke with. Having had cigs we had seen a couple people smoke rollies. I can safely say that we are probably in the running for worst joint ever rolled... A least top ten.

To start this off we used regular notebook paper. You know, thick, lined chemically treated stuff that all kids use in school. Looking back we probably got higher off the chemicals than the weed. Secondly, I know every smoker out there knows the importance of breaking up your weed. I mean nowadays you can find me using scissors and a grinder. But back then, well lets just say that all we thought we had to do was roll up the ends.

Once we lit it, the six of us gathered in a circle and proceeded to get a hit off our masterpiece. Without having broken it up and rolled in school paper, it was a challenge. We all got one good rip and it was dust. At the time I had no clue were my cloudy future was headed.

I talk to plenty of people nowadays that are self proclaimed "experts" on the subject. When I start thinking of myself as a so called expert, I remeber that hot summer day when me and my six freinds first met MJ. And I relax.