Accidental Stoner: by contributing writer Mohcine Hmmich

I admit it I’m a stoner, and I love being a stoner. However I was not introduced to marijuana by my own thinking, adolescent experimentation or peer pressure. I was in severe dental pain many years ago back home in Morocco when a friend suggested I try smoking a joint and then trying maybe trying some space cake. I was against smoking of any kind so first I rejected the offer. Hours later still in pain, I caved. My abscess was giving me so much agony I was open to try anything to make it stop. After two or three hits of a joint the pain went away. I guess I was technically “getting high” but the point is my pain physically left my body. I was naive about marijuana. So this surprised me so much; in an instant I was a believer in the power of the plant. I was very grateful to my friend and days later wanted to try the space cake with all negative notions about marijuana gone. I kept smoking and eating large quantities of marijuana [that I will now refer to as cannabis or my wife will yell at me] that when my tooth pain reoccurred I was unaware. I did not earn enough money to cover my dental treatment so my friends always had a stash of cannabis to help me out!

Space cake is cannabis hash, the sticky trichomes from the bud of the plant mashed and cooked with food: baked or raw. I must admit that, I love eating space cake and then going hiking or surfing. It’s also trippy to eat and hang out with a group of friends. But I love that due to the high THC in space cake my uncle no longer has evidence of cancer in his body. My Uncle who has been a stoner for years was diagnosed with cancer and was given a death sentence but is still alive and thriving. My father who never consumed cannabis in his whole life, was diagnosed with cancer and was given hope that he would survive it. My father passed July 4th 2017. I was devastated that I was not at home with my mother to help take care of my father. My mom is a non cannabis person as well. But to keep my father alive she was completely open to learning from me and my wife about how to help treat my father with cannabis while he was going through chemo therapy. After reminding my mom that her big brother is still alive although he was supposed to die many years ago, she laughed out loud when I told her that stoners do not get cancer diagnosis. She said “No wonder he’s still mulling around, LOLOLOL. If your father did not pass so quickly, I would have given him all that he needed and more to keep him with us.”

To this day, I either smoke a joint before bed or eat an edible high in THC which puts me to sleep very fast. My uncle is alive and my wife no longer experiences monthly pain so I am really happy that my unintentional Stoner status exists! #NOSHAME