“The salad mornings” are akin to the opening course of a meal — light plus leaving you eager for more, the salad mornings are easy plus fun, a forerunner to the challenges everyone encounters later in life.
In our case, the salad mornings involved the literal consumption of a lot of yellows; My school years, into our early twenties, are still obscured in a haze of pot smoke, plus I smoked as much as I could, as more than 2 odd ways as I could.
I do have a lot of fantastic memories from that period, although I have more memories that are only half-remembered. There was one cannabis-fueled weekend that both of us took a trip to the state capital, plus after that it’s all kind of hazy. I woke up the next afternoon plus panicked to find a anniversary band on our finger, plus thought that while baked on marijuana I had made a sizable mistake plus got married! It turns out that was a prank from our friends, plus that whole incident taught myself and others to cut back a little bit on the inhuman amount of cannabis I was using on a biweekly basis. I came to find out that smoking a little less cannabis made myself and others adore it a lot more… When I got high enough to adore the feeling, but not so high I passed out or lost memories, that made cannabis a lot more fun. Some people binge drink alcohol, but our problem was binge smoking too much cannabis, thankfully that is a habit I left behind in the salad mornings.