Hippies Know What’s Up With Smoking Weed

Hippies know two very important things - good weed and good music.

What is a hippie, really? How do you classify someone as a hippie? Would it be someone who’s “stuck in the 60’s”? Someone who grows their hair long and smokes dope and listens to rock and roll music? Somebody who lives on a commune and spends all of their free time recycling? I don’t know, man……does it really even matter? Why do we need labels and classifications, right? Let’s just smoke some weed, okay?

No matter how you define a hippie, you cannot deny that hippies know what’s up with smoking weed. 

Here are five valuable pieces of weed-smoking information I learned from hippies: 

1. Smoking Etiquette- it was from hippies that I learned how to be polite when smoking the herb with others. Passing to the left, no camping, offering the green hit to another person, cornering the bowl (so there’s a little bit of green left on top for the next smoker),  etc.  – Basically, how to respect both the herb and the good people you are sharing it with.

2. Healthy Smoking Tips- the first time I ever used a vaporizer, it was a homemade one my hippie friend put together with a heating gun, a specially blown piece of glass, and a rubber tube. It got a little too hot sometimes and singed the weed, so there was a little smoke in the vapor, but it was a pleasant enough experience that I eventually bought a Vapor Bros. box of my own. It’s been good for my throat and lungs, and it allows me to taste the herb more than when I smoke. Also, the first time I used a hemp wick to light my bowl was while sitting cross-legged in a circle of hippies. It was explained to me that inhalation of butane from a lighter over time could be toxic to the brain. If you light it with a wick made from organic hemp, no butane inhalation, and thus, no brain toxicity.  Healthier smoking!

3. How To Know What Good Weed Is And Where To Find It-   whether it was indoor or outdoor grown, organic or chem-y; whether it was chronic, stinky, green kind-bud, or weak-ass, brown, seedy, brick weed. It was hippies that first educated me on how to spot good or bad weed, with my eyes, my nose, and my taste buds. Also, it was at a Grateful Dead show that I first came across quality marijuana (in the rural Midwest, we could only find brick weed to smoke). Years later when I moved to the west coast, I was surprised to find out the good stuff was everywhere.

4. Good Music To Listen To When You’re High-  Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles (their later years, after Bob Dylan showed them how to smoke weed), Cream, The Doors, The Allman Brothers, The Grateful Dead, Phish, Widespread Panic, the list goes on… There’s a reason why stoners seem to gravitate toward these bands. It’s because they sound fucking incredible when you’re stoned. Whether you’re listening to “Dark Side of the Moon” on headphones in a dark room with flickering candles, or riding in a car with the windows down and the car stereo blasting “Eat a Peach.” All music sounds better after a couple puffs, or a potent edible. Fire one up and put on a classic album from one of these stoner bands. You will really “hear it” for the first time.
5. Important Weed History and Information- it was from hippies that I first learned about Harry Anslinger and the 1937 Marihuana Tax Act, and all of the real reasons why weed was illegal in the United States. Some hippie I came across early on had obviously read The Emperor Wears No Clothes, by Jack Herer, and passed on some valuable information. At first, a lot of it sounded like stoned, conspiracy-theory talk, but then curiosity eventually led me to do some reading and research of my own. My mind has officially been blown. If you are unfamiliar with the history of how the cannabis plant entered North America, and subsequently became demonized by racists and hypocrites with way too much power, I recommend starting with Harry Anslinger and his bullshit Marihuana Tax Act. OK, I’m stepping off my soap box now. 

In conclusion, I would like to simply say:  Thank you, hippies. Thank you for everything.