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      Remembering All the Dirtbag Ways We Smoked Weed as Teenagers

      By Manisha Krishnan and Allison Tierney

      March 17, 2016

      Not a common sight these days. Photo via Flickr user tanjila ahmed

      Pretty much on a weekly basis, we're inundated with emails raving about the latest "revolutionary" vaporizer—it's the size of a thumb, comes in silver and gold, and leaves no trace of smoke or smell, so you can light up at a goddamn daycare undetected if you please.

      While we appreciate how far we've come, there's weed called Caviar now, and we can't help but feel a tinge of nostalgia for the all old school, jerry-rigged, downright desperate methods we once employed to get high when marijuana was unequivocally illegal.

      For the purposes of reminiscing, and so future generations know just how fucking easy they have it, we're taking a stoner's stroll down memory lane:


      Yeahhh, this feels familiar. Photo via Flickr user oddmenout

      Hot-Boxing

      I can't remember the last time I hot-boxed, but holy shit were we obsessed with it as teenagers. Camping in British Columbia once, my friends and I brought an extra tent solely for the purposes of blazing in a cramped, enclosed space. It didn't mix well with booze. I woke up around 3 AM, alone, head sticking outside of the tent on the dirt, and proceeded to vomit for several minutes—loudly enough that everyone else on the grounds was asking who that was the next morning. But my favorite hot-box story coincides with my first time bungee jumping.

      My friends and I piled into a car and made the two-hour trip from Vancouver to Whistler in my crappy white Toyota Tercel we nicknamed Casper. We smoked joint after joint the entire drive. When we got to the jump-off point, a bridge about 150 feet above the Cheakamus River, we were told we'd have to wait another 15 minutes. So we wandered a short distance away into the woods and smoked yet another j. When it my was my turn to go, I remember hearing the instructions again and again and thinking, I don't know what he's talking about, but also being too mellow to inquire further. The bungee dude then started counting me down from ten. I was so high I jumped prematurely, probably when he got to around "seven." I didn't die, but even if I had, I honestly think I would've been too baked to notice.

      —MK


      No comment. Photo by Allison Tierney

      Gravity Bongs

      While it might be a fun arts and crafts project if you're a stoner, you have to admit that making a gravity bong is kinda sus. The summer after I turned 21 and much to the dismay of my apartment's floors, I used an empty two-liter of cream soda and a tiny metal bit I found in a tool kit to turn my only mop bucket into a smoking device for the entire season. There's something slightly romantic about being such a massive pothead that you'll kneel over a bucket on a dirty kitchen floor and put your mouth on a literal piece of trash just to get high.

      –AT

      Hot Knives

      Hot-knifing was introduced to me by my most perma-fried friends—i.e. my drug dealer and my manager at Canadian Tire. To that end, I associate hot-knifing with apartments that reek like chronic and fast food. I remember feeling nervous about burning myself—that glowing red stove top is intimidating! On one occasion, after hot-knifing, I watched Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle and was convinced I had just witnessed Oscar-worthy comedic gold. Another time, and this was much more common, I woke up in my friend's house hours after hot-knifing hash and didn't know where the fuck I was or what was going on. In addition to being completely unnecessary, hot-knifing is pretty difficult these days with the influx of gas range stoves. Sometimes I miss that image of the two butter knives sticking out of the coil, though.

      —MK

      Fruit Bongs

      OK, first of all, this is like one of the most pointless processes to go through to get high and requires several different materials, not to mention you ruin a perfectly good piece of produce in the process. If you're underage or in a rural area, maybe it makes a bit of sense, but it's really just more of a novelty otherwise. Using a soda can or a plastic water bottle to make a smoking device is arguably worse, but if you're an adult, you should probably have invested in something a bit more advanced at this point since we're not living in the dark ages of weed smoking anymore.

      —AT

      Rolled Page from a Bible

      There was this one time when I was visiting my parents while on break from college, had no smoking supplies, and got desperate. I'm sorry, mom.

      —AT

      Spoofs

      Though it's more of an accessory than a method of smoking weed, if you ever lived in a dwelling where you had to hide your habit, then you've probably come across this technique. After someone from my group of friends got kicked out of the college I went to when security caught him hitting bongs in his room, I became increasingly paranoid that my stoner habit was going to ruin my life. But since I couldn't resist the chronic, I started using a spoof: an empty toilet paper roll with one side covered in like five dryer sheets fastened on with a rubber band. When I wasn't playing World of Warcraft or gin pong, an almost daily activity of mine was huddling in a single bathroom with my friends, stuffing towels under the door to prevent smoke from getting out, hitting a gravity bong in a mop bucket that lived next to a toilet, and blowing hits out through the spoof, filling the room with fresh laundry-scented smoke. Thank fuck these days are over, and I am free to fill my apartment with as much weed smoke as I please like a normal human.

      —AT


      Photo via Flickr user thelefthandman:

      Roaches

      "What the hell are you doing! Save that!" my older brother would shout at me when I first started smoking joints and didn't understand what a roach was, or that they could get you high. Being a broke teenager, though, I learned quickly. And then shit got sad. My friends and I were too poor and dumb to purchase a roach clip, so we would literally burn the tips of our fingers in an attempt to smoke every last bit of bud residue. One time, we put a half-centimeter-long roach on the ground, because all of our fingers were in so much pain we could no longer hold it. But we didn't give up and walk away. We lit it yet again and pressed our faces down beside it, ALONG THE PAVEMENT, and continued to try to inhale whatever was left. I'm glad I have a job now.

      —MK

      Wiz may actually be onto something here

      Blunts

      When I was in high school, I smoked blunts at least two times a week on what my friends and I called "hill cruises": basically driving around in the middle of fucking nowhere blasting hip-hop and getting super high. We'd start off by bribing someone who was of age to buy us a blunt from a gas station, pitch on some sub-par shwag, and then nominate someone to roll. I still have images I can't get out of my head of a girl with Janis Joplin-like hair slobbering all over a white grape-flavored blunt that I somehow convinced myself to inhale from afterwards. While it seems like hip-hop has moved away from its association with blunts and onto better things like vaping and THC concentrates, I still am not really over this method. Admittedly, I have three Game blunts sitting on my dresser at this very moment because I can't let go of the past.

      —AT

      Nasty Edibles

      Remember that time your friend tried to make edibles and didn't know what the fuck she was doing? You ended up with a mouth full of crumbles of charred weed masked in box-quality brownies, and the only thing that got high was your oven. Or, on the flip side, you had no idea the dosage you were consuming and got shrooms-level tripped out. A classmate of mine once went through a "baking" phase, and I ate a bunch of his Smarties weed cookies cause I was straight up hungry. Then we watched the Daft Punk movie, Interstella 5555, I lost my mind, and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning, I went to go pee and fell right off the toilet, onto the bathroom floor, and passed out for another hour. I was still high. Now that pro bakers have entered the game and you can choose from a variety of gourmet sweets likes chocolate truffles and white chocolate-macadamia nut cookies, you know exactly how much THC you're getting in each bite.

      —AT and MK

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      Topics: Canada, weed, cannabis, marijuana, pot, smoking, hot boxing, blunts, gravity bongs, drugs, teenagers

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