Well guys for almost 6 years Ive smoked the wonderful ganja and enjoyed great experiences with my friends. But now I have finally come to the same crossroads most of us have. The choice of whether to quit, for any reason, or to keep on tokin.
Just like all of you ive thought long and hard about this. My conclusion is to quit, and this such conclusion has been made reluctantly on my part.
See what happened was that me and three of my closest friends all smoked but we found out that all of us did at different times. I knew all of my friends smoked but I never told them I did because they were younger than me and I didnt want to involve myself with them in that respect.
See amongst I and my friends, I am the one all their parents and friends look up to as the model young man. They all viewed me as a great responsible individual. To which I have found out was at an unresonable level of admiration. I have never viewed myself as any kind of a rolemodel what so ever. If you asked me i would say I am not the person to model after.
Reguardless its pretty obvious amongst all of us that smoke, most "ordinary," and i use that word lightly, people do not take kindly to tokers or people they find out to be stoners. That being said I knew that i was pushing my luck smoking for so long and with friends that I knew were irresponsible in the fact they had smoke for such a short time and for the wrong reasons.
So after they found out I smoked they asked if I would have a session with um as part of the circle. my logic said to me that who else would I share my herb with if not my best friends who by all means I consider family. So I began smoking with them and considering I had the best conects (which were really just my other friends who I smoked with for a long while) I would bring the smokes most of the time.
That being said we've smoked together for awhile. Had a ton of great experiences and stories. We had the best smoke spots any could ask for and took the utmost caution so as not to get anyone in trouble or endangered. We would cancel a sess if there was ANY inclination that there might be trouble for any of us; 1 or all.
After awhile I took it upon myself to educate my friends and teach them not just how to smoke right but about marijuana and its uses and all the good stuff (basically through research and the Union). I made sure they didnt smoke for stupid reasons or do stupid things. I taught them how to stay safe and handel their shit.
Well in any case anyone with experiece will tell you its easy to handel your shit but the minute you involve someone else and theirs things get complicated and things mushroom into problems. Thats exactly what happened.
6 years and i never once came close to getting caught. 6 years of coming home stoned off my ass (with in reason I am I very productive and intelligent individual) and my family never had a clue. Then shit hits the fan.
See like I said i didnt believe these kids could handel their shit and was right. Even so they are/were (I still dont know) my brothers and I had a soft spot for um. One of my friends (the last I one I would expect to) decided to text a friend telling them "I am high lol" After he ALREADY KNEW his parents watch his phone cause of prior problems. Well his parents found out.
But being a legit individual he gave away nothing and took the hit for his stupidity. BUT the fact was WE (meaning me and my group of friends) we're the only ones he was with that day. Which me being who I am made me realize that our parents talk and soon they would all come down on us like the fucking Nazi's (even though they didnt). So I warned those I could and cleared my shit expecting to get destroyed.
2 weeks go by before we all meet again.
No word from the guys. My parents never bothered me or said a word. They acted normally (seriously they knew nothing trust me).
We all meet and my absolute best friend (I would die for with out thinking twice) tells me his parents yelled at him and shit asking about weed and if he smoked. He lied and was stonefaced. Gave nothing away. then he tells me why and its because of the one who texted.
I was like fuck thats horrible good thing nothing got out. Well Im still suspect theres a trap and keep my shit on the DL.
A week later (total of 3 since we last smoked) we all go to run on the beach at 6am like every weekend. We have an epic day. And when I say epic I mean perfect. Imagine just the best day you could think of having. Mine is friends, girls, good food, and chillin out (not a toke it up good day). Well we have this great day and go our seperate ways.
I go home and clean up. My dads asleep and Im decide to take a nap then do some work for my classes. I thought to myself "Man this great today, I cant wait to do it again tomorrow." then I lay down.
No sooner do I hit my fucking bed my phone rings with my brother's (Best friend) mother on the other line histeric. She said to me that his dad (ex army ranger) had lifted him off the ground pinning him against the wall yelling at him about weed.
Now I am 6ft 165lbs of fuck you up, but this guy scares the absolute fuck out of me. Hes very quite, very nice, great guy. But Im sure alot of you know people who just have that killer look in their eyes. Well he has that and the training to back it (as if he needs it).
Anyways she tells me that and that he had "a security guard at his business tell him that he heard a group of kids explicitly name me and my group of friends and weed."
{Now to me that is such hearsay that I would normally deny it and work my usual magic with words to smooth things over. Also to me the whole story reaked of such bullshit to me it was unimaginable. But I felt as though my friend was in a very threatened position cause his dad is not the person to do that without a high level of conviction. I also believe that if the story wasnt fabricated that someone had snitched us out. That being said I told them the truth. That we smoked weed together. I felt as though I had no choice for my friends sake. I took most of the blame}
Now from there shit just got slightly worse but not bad. my parents are very linient and just let me off. But Im sure my friend is being fucking tortured (figurativly) even though I took the full blame.
I fully believed at the time that I had just lost my best and only true friend. I believed that my parents due to pressure from his (he has a very influential family, the kind that can make you disappear and get away with it) were gonna fuck up not only my current life but my future. I started to contemplate dropping from college to join the military and move out before they could ruin my parents lives or mine.
Well like I said I got off easy if comparison to what could have happened. I still get to be with my brother (undersupervision) and live my normal life. But I have to appologize to his parents and family. Which if you knew them is no easy task and Im sure will (and should be) humiliating.
But it got me thinking about my future and current position with my friends. It made me wonder where and if weed fit into my life from here on out with all of my goals and aspirations.
I came to the conclusion that it didnt and I had to quit for the sake of not just myself but my family and friends.
Therefore I say to you my fellow blades on the grasscity tree that Im quiting and that I have enjoyed every moment of my smoking career. I wish you all the best and hope that you smoke for as long as you want. And if you should so choose to quit that its on your own terms and not others.
My intention is to stay here and enjoy your company as I have for awhile now

the stories here are fucking epic.
thank you for all you help, support, and education
good luck with your tokin