If you’re thinking about smoking marijuana for the first time, heed my words. It’s nothing like the movies. Recently, I gave into my curiosity and put that dangerous green succubus to my lips for the first time. I thought that as soon as I inhaled, I’d be whisked away to a lavish room with floor-to-ceiling drapes and throw pillows made of cactus silk. I thought I would dig my toes into a gorgeous handmade rug, sprawling out on a chaise lounge as languid euphoria encompassed me. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
In reality, I found myself standing on some guy’s patio. My feet got cold and I coughed a little bit. After the guy chased me away, I tried to walk home and nearly got run over by a drunk driver. Plus, the bottoms of my feet were itchy the whole time. Keep my story in mind the next time someone tells you to “waltz with Mary Jane”.