This Title is Not a Cannabis Pun
The first time I smoked was in high school. It’s a story that we all know, maybe one that you yourself have told. My friend came over to my house with some Grape Ape: “it’s a pretty potent purp” he said, I, oblivious, tried it, didn’t really inhale, didn’t feel anything. It must have made an impression on me, because a few months after the event, I was regularly sharing field-expedient, bible paper joints with my friends, hiding our smoke away in bathrooms, behind towels stuffed under the crack of a door, as if they would somehow shield the rest of the house from the unmistakable smell. I remember the police busting dealers on campus in Vermont, I remember hiding in the woods, hiding and forgetting where I hid my “stash”. And now, today, I’m enjoying more of the same, this time, comfortably behind my keyboard.
Hi, I’m Chase Fisher. Most of my friends call me Fisher. For the next week (and, who are we kidding, hopefully longer) I get to write about this crazy green and purple thing that affects so many of our lives. And there is so much I want to talk about.
On another note, this is a nice way to practice formatting and layout on Medium and I’m happy to report, the WYSIWYG editor is already causing strange, user friendly feelings to surface.
Lastly I’d like to both test twitter incorporation and plug my twitter account by mentioning myself, @Peopleonfires, as well as @andrewmatranga.
