I’m a 68-year-old guy that smoked heavily in the late '60s through the early '80s.
Back in my early days, it was good Mexican weed to be had.
I joined the army in 1969 and retired in 1997. I’ve jumped out of an airplane 1673 times.
My favorite quote:

"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, no money left, a joint in one hand, a whiskey in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming “WOO-HOO, what a helluva ride!!”