This morning, I read an article about the rapper Snoop Dogg allegedly getting high in a bathroom at the White House.  It reminded me of an encounter I had with Snoop many years ago.

Back in 2000, I was working at a rock station in Fresno, California.  Our studios were located in the same building with a hip hop station.  One day, Snoop came in to promote his new album on their station.  I saw Snoop in the hall and convinced him to come across the hall  for an interview on our rock station.

When Snoop grabbed the microphone, the first question I asked him was, "Hey Snoop, how good is your weed?"  He then proceeded to whip out a huge sack of green buds and laid what must have been at least an ounce on the studio console.  I could smell it from across the room. It's smelled like a dead skunk's ass.

Snoop was funny, humble, down to earth and cool.  After the interview, he invited me to join him on the bus.  For the sake of entertainment, I threw myself on the company sword and joined him for a live on-air tour.  I counted over 25 blunt roaches in the ashtray of the bus.  Because, I was on the air, I declined his invitation to partake in the holy sacrament.  Instead, I went back to the studio and finished up my shift.  Meanwhile, the rest of our staff followed Snoop's bus over to a nearby night club and partied.

It's not every day you get the opportunity to smoke out with one of the biggest stoners in the world.  I was in my mid-20's at the time and would have gladly taken him up on the offer if I didn't have a radio show to finish.  I knew Snoop's chronic was so good that I would have been a drooling idiot had I smoked out with him.

To this day, many of my friends still don't believe I passed on the chance to spark a phat blunt with Snoop Dogg.  But I swear it's true.  I did not inhale.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.