I started using cannabis when I was just 14 years old. It was a Friday night, my dad was out of town, and my mom dropped me off at a friend’s house. I hopped in the back of a car and rode with them to someone else’s house where they showed me how to roll a blunt, which is a cigar that is stuffed with weed. I am not saying what we did next was right, but it’s the truth. Next, we hopped in the car, I jumped in the backseat, and we drove around smoking the blunt. They taught me how to inhale, and the rest was history.
I sat in the back of the car and did nothing but laugh for the next 3-4 hours. I had never had so much fun in my life, and I had already done some awesome things like put two deer on the ground, work a small part-time mowing business, and other things. Luckily, my love for work would pave the way for me to enjoy guitars, skateboards, and cannabis in my early/mid teen years. I learned about work from my dad, and my grandfather. Both of them are hard workers, as well.
Once I turned 16, I gave my life over to Christ, and became convinced by my parents and pastors that cannabis was an evil weed that needed exterminating. Most of my friends were not convinced, but they were happy I found God. Within 6 months, I was back on it, and “struggling” in my faith. A struggle that felt manufactured, but I didn’t know how to describe it, at the time. Nonetheless, me and cannabis were friends again, and I liked it. I quit for a while before going in the military, but me and Mary Jane were attached at the hip, and there was nothing anybody could do about it.
September 20, 2004, I was injured in a very serious car accident. Then final talley was 8 broken ribs, a broken sternum, two broken vertebrae in my spine, all my organs except for my heart was injured, they removed my spleen, they removed an adrenal gland, and they removed a kidney. Also, I suffered brain damage from the intensity of the impact. There was no cannabis involved in the accident, it was just an accident. It was a “wrong place, wrong time” kinda thing. I hated it for many years, but I realize now that it helps make me who I am.
Fast forward about 8 years, Colorado and Washington legalized cannabis. At this point, I knew two things for certain: 1. Cannabis will be legalized in the US, if not globally and 2. I wanted to be apart of it. I was living in California, so I convinced my wife to let me get a medical card. I did this so she would “come around” on cannabis…she was a total prohibitionist, and I also thought it might help with some of my physical and mental ailments. I wanted to sign up and try different types of buds rather than just street bud, to see if I could notice a difference in my depression, pain, and other things.
So I did the research, found a doctor, brought in my backpack of medical records from the accident, and they said, “Man. Yeah, you get a medical card.” I had been using alcohol to cope in order to be a “good” husband and “good” Christian, and I was tired of it. I was going green! With the supervision of the doctor, my wife, and a very close and trusted friend, Geoff Drew, I started ingesting cannabis instead of drinking when I was in pain or depressed. Slowly but surely, my life started to change.
I started losing weight. I noticed I was happier. I was in less pain, and I found myself coping better at work. I know this sounds like an absolute made up dream, but it’s not. It’s the truth. I discovered cannabis for the miracle drug that it is. At this point, I became convinced that it would be legalized, and I was excited to be living in California, because surely they would be next to make the jump.
Lo and behold, I end up getting really sick. By really sick, I mean I developed a deal where I was dry-heaving and throwing up all day. It was strange, and the doctors still don’t know what’s wrong with me. Luckily it’s calmed down. In the meantime, I had to quit my job in California, and we had to sell our home and move back to Texas. I tried to do without cannabis in Texas, but a trip to Colorado confirmed that the drug does me more good than harm. Ever since, I have become an activist. I joined NORML, and now I am very evangelistic for the cause of cannabis.
This confuses many of my Christian friends, but I enjoy our discussions — both in real life and on social media. I am an open book, and this blog should get you started. I would love to hear any feedback you have, positive or negative. Long story short, cannabis is for me, and I am not convinced it is for everybody, but I think everybody should have the freedom to choose.
Oh, my wife and I have also become persuaded that I am actually autistic. This makes some of my personality quirks make more sense.