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Name: Trevor Paxton Lambert

Preferred Genotypes: Sativa, Hybrid and Indica

Favorite strains: Polar Vortex, Oakland, Cherry Cheese Cake and Where's My Bike.

Preferred Alternate methods of consumption: All

My cannabis story goes back and broken up in yearly segments, it started as a child. I remember my stepfather smoking it like it was going out of style with his buddy Paul. They would make me come down stairs and do little skits to entertain them, it was a blast for all of us. So one day I thought I would give it a try, and see if I could laugh they way they did, I knew it was bad at the time, I was only 10 years old, and I had a friend who's dad would leave his herb on the their pool table to cure. I asked him if he would take some and go to the park, we could smoke it, and laugh our ass off. he said sure, as long as I gave him some of the porno mags my stepfather had locked away under his work bench.

I was a master at getting them, so I thought sure no problem, my stepfather was drunk all the time so he won't even notice.

We did the exchange, then I was wondering how the heck am I going to smoke this, my buddy said "just grab some paper and roll it up", I said "Yeah I know, but how will it stay together?", he said " Use some tape", so I cut a little square out of lined paper, threw the herb in it, rolled it up and taped it. I had a little crew in the BFG (Browns Farm Ghetto) back in the day, so we all took turns taking pulls off it, we ended up smoking the whole bag he gave me, because no one knew really how to smoke and nothing was happening. I took all the roaches and hid them under this big ass log on our driver we tied the dog too, in hopes my parents wouldn't find them.

Then one day my dog pulled the log away from its spot , all excited seeing my mother come home, then BAM! all the roaches appeared, and at the time my brother was 14 and really rebellious, so when my mother came in the door, she firmly like a loud speaker at school ask my brother what the fuck was with roaches on the driveway, then took him outside. He didn't have a fucking clue what was going on, it took me a while to admit that to my mother, like 14 years.

And that's how long I stayed away from cannabis, even through most of my high school I was against it because it was so frowned upon. Especially in the small town I grew up (Orangeville), but there wasn't much to do there other than fight, fuck and get fucked up. But the time that locked me in and I haven't looked back, was when I was with one of my brothers friends, I some how ended up hanging out with this guy who was a party animal, we were in his apartment talking about girls and the next party we were going to do, and for quite some time he has tried to get me baked, the fucker use to blow me super tokes off sigs and then try to make me black out ( I think he got off on getting people screwed up, and watching how they would react). As we were joking around, he pulled out this shoe box and said" Today is your day Trevor, you are going to get high with me, and if you try to get away, I am going to lay the beats on you" and just so coincidently he's blocking the path to get at the door. I thought to myself and remembered the time when I was a kid, and thought wtf I didn't get fucked up then, I'm older, no way I'll get too stoned.

He opened the shoe box and it contained two sandwhich bags full of BC Skunk and G13, his brother in-law was a chemist and grew the sickest herb. Then he pulled out this hospital mask with a long tube and it has a place to put your joint at the end of it. I was like "WTF are we going to do with that?" He said you watch, your going to get high Mr.Lambert, you are going to get HIGH!" he took a bud from both bags, rolled a big canon, plugged it into the tube of the mask, gave me the mask, I held it up to my face, his lite the joint and said "Now take a deep breath, actually, do it a few time so you can feel the effects right away". I took a few deep breaths and let me tell you, everything turned into a comedy shoe, everything this guy did, made me laugh my ass off. He laughed like Popeye, and looked like a Somo wrestler, I began to laugh uncontrollably and my guts began to tighten like crazy, I was begging him to stop as I didn't want to laugh anymore, but he sounded and looked hilarious.

Eventually the buzz faded away and we were all teary eyed on the floor from it. After that, I haven't stopped, and being born on 420, I have a life mission to share and consume this incredible plant the Great Spirit has blessed us with.

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