The cannabis community has been working to overcome stoner stereotypes for decades. Meanwhile, pop culture is spreading and perpetuating these pot-head portrayals. Anyone who smokes or has friends that smoke knows that stoners are just as varied in personality and capability as the rest of the world. Many of today's brightest minds cite marijuana as their creative and intellectual muse. So how is it that society came to perceive pot-heads as lazy and small-minded?
Most people smoke weed to chill, laugh, get inspired, or to just to relax. What better way to spend those countless hours getting inspired, keep up on the newest Marijuana law, or just laughing your ass off than by scrolling through pictures, videos, and tweets from the best weed Twitter accounts the web has to offer. These accounts offer everything — intriguing both the novice smoker to the avid hardcore stoner with endless hilarious memes and beautiful photos of marijuana strains. So before you hit that bong, make sure to add these weed feeds. You won't be disappointed during your smoke sesh with your BFF Mary Jane.
Give a man a joint and you will get him stoned. Teach a man to grow and he can get stoned forever. Learning to grow marijuana is much easier than actually producing legitimate smokable weed. One diligent amateur told me recently of his success growing exceptional pot in fish emulsion. The experience seems worth passing along.
Smoking marijuana has always been a team sport. And although it can be nice to wake n’ bake in solitude every once in awhile, smoking weed is always better with another person. That being said, sometimes you’ll end up in a sesh with someone (or a group of someones) that make you wish you were alone! Don’t be that person. Follow these tips on How To Be the Perfect Sesh Partner and become the perfect spark-up candidate for any situation.
In 1963 I took my first hit of LSD, which in a way saved my life, since it stirred in me a desire for adventure that forced me to move out of the nest and away from the Bronx. The Bronx I left is now virtually gone, save for the few ghosts that remained out of fear. Most of my old Bronx ghetto friends from the dope dealer days are now either burnt out zombies, in prison, or dead.