What Happened to Regular Weed?

About 7 years ago, after the end of a long shift my best friend offered me some weed. I told her that I had never smoked weed and I wasn't going too. She insisted because she said I was acting like an annoying little bitch and I needed to relax.

So I gave into peer pressure (didn't take much) and smoked my first bowl. When I think back to how high I was, I honestly can't remember. I'm almost certain I that I was higher than I had ever been up until that point. Almost.

Back then, weed was just as accessible but a little scarier to get. You always had to meet some sketchy guy in a random dimly lit parking lot and he would tell you the story about how he attained this weed.

It was always one of three stories.

One:
I grew this weed in my backyard. It's outdoor. *Medium price*

Two:
My boy has a grow house and we just trimmed this shit last week. It's indoor and it's fire. *Most expensive*

Three (My favorite):
This is my dad's. *Dirt cheap*

Very rarely was there a major difference in the weed. Sure some would get you higher than others. But for a guy who just wanted to smoke some weed, it all essentially did the same job.

This is when you could buy regular ass weed from regular ass people. Sometimes you'd get stuff that wasn't shaved so it was all on a huge stem. There would be seeds in just about every eighth. Every time you would buy an ounce it would be all the trimmings of the big nugs they would sell to rich white kids, and it would be a third of the price.

Rolling a blunt or a joint or packing a bowl for a bong was all a social experience. You call up your friends and let them know you have some weed and you're coming over. You bring your rolling tray, a grinder, papers or Swishers (Yes, all of y'all used to smoke Swishers. Don't act all uppity with me now. Talking' bout "Swishers are nasty" All y'all was smoking them daily. Don't play wit me) and of course, your weed.

I kept my stuff discrete and in a Victoria's Secret make-up bag. I looked really cool going into friends houses with that. Anyway, the time you spent rolling up and getting everything ready for the session was a part of the whole thing. But ever since weed became legal-ish, the experience is different.

Theres a store or van that will legally sell you weed recreationally in just about every town in California. You go in there and there's security and a place to check in. You have to get buzzed into the next room where there is more security. So essentially your dealer is the one thinking that you're sketchy, instead of the other way around.

And remember that regular weed you used to buy? It doesn't exist anymore! This shit is strong as fuck. And you can for sure tell the difference in the strength of the weed. Theres no sticks or seeds so everything you buy is pure dank. Which is great, right?

I suppose, if your whole goal is to get higher than the last time. And they have these things, I don't know what they are but they look like USBs. You take one hit and you're in a UFO. You take two hits and you are the UFO.

It's like pure THC. You kids don't know how good you got it. I don't know how long those things last but I'm sure it lasts longer than some regular weed.

I miss regular weed. Y'all smoking that Area 52 weed.

Oh and by the way, my best friend that convinced me to smoke weed was my wife. There's a lesson in that.