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I'll admit I got to the weed smoking scene a bit late, but I feel like I've done alot of hard work to be able to claim "real" stoner status. I knew that I had found my people the first time I smoked a j with a white rasta in the quad at U of O and it really hit me hard: I had to catch up on everything I'd missed. I could have gone the easy way and purchased the Bob Marley posters and my 90's stone rock (whattup Janes Addiction, Phish, Sublime, I love you guys!) from Amazon like every other poseur but I decided there were rules, a hidden stoner bushido, if you will, to be followed. the campus dumpster (aka the magic swap shop) was my primary source of inspiration; after only two years, i had obtained, at no cost, a set of wooden beads for my doorway, tibetan prayer flags (slightly torn), enough Magic Eye posters that I don't remember what color my walls are, and the complete Reel Big Fish discography. I also found a pack of Rollos (unopened) and 1/3 of a bottle of 100 proof peppermint schnapps, so go me. more prized items could be purchased at the local flea market. I found a puka shell necklace (lol oldskool right?) and a Bush tshirt as well as this cup  that I converted into a bong without having to look at wikiHow for instructions. (I practiced smoking weed from a Coke can but gave that up because I don't want to get Alzheimer's.) In short, I don't think you should make fun of me for being a millennial or act like weed isn't as important to me as it is to you, just because your old.
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