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My First Time


It was the summer of 1968 between seventh and eighth grade. I was riding my bike one balmy summer evening on the way to Cinderella Village to collect from my paper customers and as I turned the corner from Lasalle Blvd. I saw two older guys sitting on top of a picnic table in the park pavilion.

I rode my bike onto the concrete and climbed off. I saw they were passing a joint between them. I was quite surprised when they offered it to me, and I acted nonchalant as I took my very first hit of pot.

I had smoked cigarettes before so I was careful to only take a little sip of the smoke so I wouldn’t choke to death and embarrass myself.

I was told I would get more out of it if I held the smoke longer before blowing it out and to bear down on it a little. The next pass I sipped a little deeper and held it a little longer. Then I was told I should push it into my lungs deeper by keeping my mouth and nose shut but act like I was blowing out candles. I managed to do that too.

By the time they got down to the end I was pretty stoned and felt like I might fall right off the table. I think by this time they realized I was a total newbie and when they got to putting the roach on a clip, they started missing me as they finished it.

I sat there rather dazed and confused while they talked and after a while, they suggested I should probably climb on my bike and head home as it was getting dark.

Needless to say, I was done collecting money for the day and it was an interesting ride home. It was even more interesting when I got home and tried to act straight in front of my family.

It was the first time I had heard our city referred to as “Moscow Heights”.
The photo of the pavilion is much more recent. Back in my day there was no playground equipment and no restroom.
MjL 25 Aug 2020, 04:38 a.m.

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