42 year old here. I can recall sitting in a KFC for hours on end in the late 90s as a teen, waiting for a jamaican named Elvis to deliver weed to me.
You’d arrange a time, I’d show up on time. He’d show up 6 hours later.
And you smoked in your parents basement in the dark. Why the dark? Because if your mom opened the door, it gave you an often crucial extra 5 seconds to hide your bong before she turned the lights on.
Even now, as an adult who lives alone, smoking with the lights on feels WRONG!
I bet these Gen-Z guys aren’t even going to grow up with traumatic paranoia everytime they smoke!!!
This is accurate! Except instead of the basement we only had 1 friend in an apartment whos parents were divorced and the mom worked overnights all the time so we used his room. If we werent lucky enough for this to work out it was our cars and hotbox them in the same apartment complex where we just parked in random spaces. It was always hilarious when other friends came there while we were there and park next to each other and everyone would just start laughing. Outside that there were a few hiking trails and the woods behind the movie theater or golf course which was before we were able to drive.
We even talked about this recently and we all agreed it will be really wierd telling these stories to our kids one day and how crazy they must sound yet that was the only life we knew.
42 year old here. I can recall sitting in a KFC for hours on end in the late 90s as a teen, waiting for a jamaican named Elvis to deliver weed to me.
You’d arrange a time, I’d show up on time. He’d show up 6 hours later.
And you smoked in your parents basement in the dark. Why the dark? Because if your mom opened the door, it gave you an often crucial extra 5 seconds to hide your bong before she turned the lights on.
Even now, as an adult who lives alone, smoking with the lights on feels WRONG!
I bet these Gen-Z guys aren’t even going to grow up with traumatic paranoia everytime they smoke!!!
Lmao buddy that is some teenager logic. Even if you were visually hiding the bong you were NOT hiding the smell. She knew.
This is accurate! Except instead of the basement we only had 1 friend in an apartment whos parents were divorced and the mom worked overnights all the time so we used his room. If we werent lucky enough for this to work out it was our cars and hotbox them in the same apartment complex where we just parked in random spaces. It was always hilarious when other friends came there while we were there and park next to each other and everyone would just start laughing. Outside that there were a few hiking trails and the woods behind the movie theater or golf course which was before we were able to drive.
We even talked about this recently and we all agreed it will be really wierd telling these stories to our kids one day and how crazy they must sound yet that was the only life we knew.
We used the woods.
Oddly that’s also where porn came from.
I remember walking around the city finding all the spots that were hidden away and offered a semblance of privacy from the police.
You know what the old cheat was back in the day? Just shack up with a drug dealer. Easy peasy ;-)
You should try purple led lights for the room you smoke in