as far as him being a fucking pothead's pothead. At least you do something right, ave. I vaporized my first hit of wax yesterday, and it hit me like a fucking ton of bricks! In my defense, I'd been exhausted working two 14+ hour days in a row in a fucking war zone (huge MMA tournament) with @ 8 hours sleep total within 72 hours. I then hit a birthday party in St Pete Sunday AM, with beers starting @ Noon. I drink enough to fail a breathalyzer test MAYBE once every two-three years, and this party was my day to do it. Also, on top of exhaustion, the drinking, the dehydration associated with partying outside all day in the middle of July in the humidity of South Florida, and me not smoking for 2-3 months, my friend's buddy breaks out this wax vaporizer that resembled a longer, thicker electronic cigarette, and the "perfect storm" was set in motion. This guy was giving instructions, the most important being sip, sip, (then) gulp the hit down. Well, being unfamiliar with the vaporizer, I didn't have it turned on for the sip-sip portion of the hit, and inhaled as much of the wax as possible to make sure I got enough, but it was just like a regular toke on a joint. Like any experienced pothead, I started the hit from a seated position, then quickly stood up, so as to catch the little head rush doing a nice bong hit will give you (the medical term is orthostatic hypotension...a quick change in position giving you a feeling of lightheadedness, etc.). Well, I remember thinking after about 15 seconds holding the hit in, "You know, Taint, you might want to grab a hold of that balcony hand-railing for a little while. Then, ten seconds later, I was like, "Taint, you had better 'Take a knee' motherfucker, because one way or another, you're going to be hitting the deck!" I remember kneeling, then shit got mad fuzzy, just like in "Saving Private Ryan" when Hanks was concussed from a shell hitting close to him on the beach. I sitarted hearing my friend's voice after @ 10 seconds...it was mad weird, and only the second time in my life this had happened from taking a hit. The first time was @ '78, when my then dealer broke-out some actual, real-life thai stick. So, again Dave, I tip my hat to you, for being the best pothead you can be! You may now commence calling me a faggot lightweight etc., Et al. I deserve in this narrow case.