Or alternatively, you could cut the bottom out of a plastic 3-liter soda bottle, make a tin foil screen to go over the top, submerge it in the full kitchen sink, and pull a deep gray, opaque gravity bong hit.

Tbh, I usually didn't remember what happened after the first hit because, even with 5% mexican brick weed this was still a pretty effective method of meeting Jesus on a jet plane.

We called it a "doob tube."

Standing on the shoulders of giants, we walked so they may run

I can. This is what we struggled for! So that no one would have to fuck with that bullshit again for a quick zinger! This is human progress for humanity!

Meanwhile genx was getting brown ounces that looked like a quarter, and after you pulled out the seeds and stems it was only a half.

42 year old here. I can recall sitting in a KFC for hours on end in the late 90s as a teen, waiting for a jamaican named Elvis to deliver weed to me.

You'd arrange a time, I'd show up on time. He'd show up 6 hours later.

And you smoked in your parents basement in the dark. Why the dark? Because if your mom opened the door, it gave you an often crucial extra 5 seconds to hide your bong before she turned the lights on.

Even now, as an adult who lives alone, smoking with the lights on feels WRONG!

I bet these Gen-Z guys aren't even going to grow up with traumatic paranoia everytime they smoke!!!

We crawled so you could fly.

it built character

and various forms of cancer

Coffee grinder, cigar tube, one hitter (shaped like a cigarette)

Step away from the crowd, dip it in, light it up, retreat before someone notices the smell

Target doesn’t allow any of that in the stores, so no they can’t do that anymore than someone could light up a cigarette.

That said, millennials didn’t just disappear when pot became legal. They can vape, smoke, dab, or whatever the heck they want right alongside everyone else.

The important thing is that pre-Z gens can appreciate the improvements, whereas Z and after just take it for granted.

Gen-x millennial here... (born in the late 70's but still know how to build and use computers)

I used to smoke weed thru a "pinch-hitter" while waking thru supermarkets or riding the bus. It was a little ceramic or steel cigarette shaped and colored pipe that you could stuff just enough for a toke or two into. Very discrete.

I'd save the pop cans and apples for after school or when I forgot my chambered metal pipe.

We still did the same shit, it just didn't taste as good

"Every generation must know its own suffering"

-that one guy from the Chernobyl TV show

Go watch Smashing Pumpkins video "Today"

We have "no-idea"(except we know EXACTLY because someone newspaper published a full page add about Aetheoship Dispute Devices that make your head very hot when they steal your ideas!) How, but David Corrigan stole our life for that video.

Because my bud delivered ice cream pies for Baskin Robins, and the lot of us would pile in the back of the styrofoam insulated van, filled with dried ice and leftover ice cream pies, that his insane-stoner-trust-fund-rich-boomer-boss- was incapable of counting.

An he would drive us to a national park, and we would box all the weed we could muster, like often a quarter ounce, in the air tight space, until we nearly blacked out.

Then we would pour out together and zerg the woods and rivers by the moon, except that fully 30% of the time the cops would be waiting, but so many teens were doing likewise, that by a miracle herd defense, we were somehow barely able to dive roll around alley lights, ditch the smoking dry ice in a, ..., ditch, and crawl under trucks back into the ice cream van to drive "safely"(always beyond impaired driver) back home.

Where we would then dare that driver to eat as many ice cream (whole fucking pie sized) pies as in-humanly possible, then the rest of us would nearly aspirate pon our vomit from laughing for he would puke, such that it steamed the air from the temperature difference, inspite being down his gullet a half hour, still frozen!

And Gen X???

All of the above, but also:

We had to steal !ALL! our parents' butter knives, and smelt them beneath electrical elements and toasters, then smoosh hash between them, with maximum force of strength and agressive sawing motions, whilst earnestly deep throating 2L plastic bottles with the bottom plate hacked off, inhaling madly, bobbing that plastic fume hood mere millimeters from the red hot poker. And if, somehow, whilst impaired, any part of this should go wrong somehow (how!? Why!?) Endure the humiliation at work home and school as people knowingly ridiculed the giant burn scars upon our cheeks of shame Also?(maybe? Unrelated?) From early elementary school dismissal, we would all congregate "pon the "play"ground for "rock-war"(EXACTLY what it sounds like, unless you think it sounds like music) till 6-11pm as peoples parents returned from work the kids could slink away to scarf a can a tomatoe soup and burned grilled cheesus. After that we congregated for roof-running, van-fleeing, and arson. So searing your face inquisition style with medical pain relief was a welcome graduation to sub-adult-hood

With their $28.00 lunches...

Well they haven't got much else in their life tbf

Sigh, or hollow out a Pepperidge Farm Pirouette with a coat hanger.