Day 1

As Bilbo once did with the help of a band dwarves and Gandalf at his side, I embark on my own kind of "journey" with no help but my own. My story is one of a Seventeen year-old who has given up what he researches, supports, and fights for for his family. Every day of my life for the past 2 years has been devoted to Marijuana and its rich culture, a year of that period was solely devoted to the consumption of it. Over time, though, I started to learn from it- the past-time of smoking just began to grow more and more personal. Up until yesterday, everything went well; Parents were ignorant of my habit enough for me to squeeze by and I was content with keeping secrets. Something told me that it was hardly a way to live, so despite my better judgement, I came out of the hot-box (told my parents that I smoke weed). Disappointment is a strong word for such a harmless act as smoking marijuana, but disappointment was what my parents felt. There's nothing more devastating than being on the door-step of adulthood and already knowing that a life choice you've made leads your parents to believe that you have no direction in life. This frightened me. Not in the sense of punishment, but in the sense of failure. I had FAILED my parents on this one. Although they are not fully educated in the vast extensive world of cannabis as I, they knew enough to make rules. "It's Illegal," they stated "that's enough for me to keep it out of my house." My parents have set no penalties on me- I was the one with enough courage to risk my entire social life for compromise, so they saw it fit that my honesty went rewarded. I suggest that all who are around my age, living secret lives in the hot-box, to get it out there. We need to take weed out of the backyard, this needs to be a movement if it's ever going to be legalized. This plant is illegal, this much is true, but making truth known is so much more intimate than any high BC bud can bring you. All who read this will be getting a first-hand account on the life of me, trying to remove myself from the tapestry of the hemp-world and apply myself enough to the hemp-less society so I begin to see marijuana from the outside. It's hard to see straight through the bottom of a bong, so here we go... Until November 4th, let's try and see the big picture.