First and foremost, I love Marijuana. I love the smell, taste, look, culture and of course, the way it makes me feel. For the longest time, I was only captivated only by the way it made me feel; so worry free and happy. Now I could talk all day about how high I get from herb, or how hungry I get, or how I like to give homeless people money when I smoke it, but I’ve recently had an experience that changed my whole “idea” or “outlook”(?) on MMJ.
So January 3rd 2011, I’m at A-Basin snowboarding. Actually it was an amazing day, great snow, great riding, and I was boarding with somebody that could hang, ya know? There was approximately six hours of solid riding. Well, the last run is near and I decide I want to try my luck in the Terrain Park. For the people who don’t ski or snowboard, the Terrain Park is a place on the mountain where there are man-made jumps and rails for grinding. I have the brilliant idea to try and grind the “Rainbow Rail”, which is a metal handrail shaped like a rainbow. So I’m amped up, full of confidence, and I start down the slope that leads straight for the Rainbow Rail.
Yeah, Im cool…..NOT. I hit the rail at the wrong angle, making my board shoot out from under my body, making me fall. On the way down my struck the rail, and SHATTERED my patella. Your patella is your kneecap. I was in the most agonizing pain I could ever imagine, imagine someone took a fuckin’ hammer and bashed your kneecap in. One third of m kneecap was on my lower thigh, another third on my upper shin, and the other third shattered and spread amongst where my kneecap USED to be.
I was on the mountain for about 15 minutes yelling for help before my buddy came looking for me. I see him walking up with his board in his hand, and I can hear him yelling to me, but I’m freakin’ out, not crying, so I can’t really hear him. He finally gets to me, he asks if I’m to walk. I try and fail. I try bending my leg, but this weird, painful sensation shoots through my leg. You ever try bending your leg with no kneecap (LOL)? Yeah it feels nice (sarcasm). So my buddy rides down to get the ski patrol, ski patrol races me down the mountain on a sled, and I am taken to the ski lodge medical center. I refuse an ambulance because I thought I didn’t have health insurance.
So I’m in a cardboard splint and I’m stretch out in the front seat of my buddy’s SUV. I’m still in a crazy amount of pain, but I remember my buddy rolled a blunt for the ride home after snowboarding. I say “Aye man, spark that blunt up for real” and he does. I took a puff…..and I took another puff. I passed it to the left-hand side. Less than a minute later, the pain is subsided and I’m actually laughing at the fact at how fucked my knee is. I’m calm, happy…..HIGH. Even with my knee shattered and lacerated, I’m cool and not affected by the pain. The pain is there, but I don’t care it’s there, weird feeling ya know?
I get to the ER and surgery is needed as soon as possible. Fortunately the surgery was a success and I will be back to normal in less than two years. Now what I’m getting at is this; ever since this MMJ shit popped off, I was definitely for it. But I thought it was just a way for us pot smokers to work the loopholes and achieve what we all want, legalized weed. Not until I had such a serious injury did I realize the healing power of marijuana. I was prescribed Oxy-Contin 10mg, Percocet, Vicidin, you name it, and they all made me feel like a fuckin’ junkie. Nodding out, nausea, loss of motor skills. Weed just does the trick, bottom line. MMJ is real, and it works miracles. I’ve been smoking herb since I was 16, but not till now do I appreciate it for it real value. I could have never got through those first couple months without you Mary, and for this I love you forever and always.
Shout-out to all the pot activists makin’ it a better world for us!