The young guys I was hanging out with in the early 70's all smoked dope, except for me. They all smoked cigarettes except for me too, and so did all the girls. (I thought they were pretty stupid for doing that, but they had other good points in their favour.)

Everybody had long hair. The guys I knew liked talking about dope, comparing the varieties, and so on. They could talk about it till you wanted to just lie down and die... ;-)

One young fella named Jim was cautious about the dope at first, but he desperately wanted to fit in, so he tried it a few times and gradually got to like it (I assume). He would cough and splutter horribly, turn beet red, choke and gasp...I guess this was what you call "having a good time"? LOL! It was damn funny watching him do it. I would sit there with my coffee, observing them all and thinking..."Boy, these people are living in a friggin' dream world. Totally out of it. My, my. The price of being 'cool'."

Yes, every day the Holy Sacrament of the marijuana joint was attended to religiously by these stalwarts, companions of my youth, while I focused on politics, society, history, philosophy, and the music of Bob Dylan and Buffy Sainte-Marie. They listened to the Stones, Led Zeppelin, the Beatles, King Crimson, Jethro Tull, Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Emerson/Lake/&Palmer, Yes, etc...

I liked the Stones okay, but I downright hated Led Zeppelin.

One day Jimmie, the cautious guy, decided to roll a joint, but he could find nothing left but seeds and twigs. He used them. The resulting joint burned very poorly, the seeds started to burst and pop, and the smell it made was simply awful. Jim had a hell of a time with the smoke, and turned kind of purple trying to hold it in. He gave it up after awhile. I don't think you can get high smoking marijuana seeds. ;-P