The mark of a true pothead is his (or his smoking community
's) collection of nifty smoking apparatus*. Four-footers, jukas, zong
s... these things indicate that smoking is not merely an occassional recreational endeavour, but part of a daily (or semidaily..demidaily) routine. The paraphernalia collector is in a living situation where the threat of getting caught by parents, resident assistants or patrolling cop cars
is next to non-existant. Getting high is no longer a risk or accomplishment, and especially not a goal. New paraphernalia returns part of the old sense of magic and excitement, but is usually a method of improving one's social standing among fellow stoners. "Smoking is weighted so heavily in *my* value system that I dropped $xx in order to slightly vary the experience." Anyone with a rudimentary intuition for fluid dynamics
can accomplish the same thing by designing new devices out of any old trash lying around the house
(and if this is not done out of sheer necessity, it is probably a sign that the MacGyver
smoker in question is just looking to impress his friends with his technical skill). It all depends on if one prefers aesthetic
My advice is to keep the receipts for your paraphernalia transactions in an old shoebox. Figure the total each time you stick a new one in. Once you've gotten into the three-figure range, you should start considering whether life has more interesting experiences for which you can exchange your hard-earned dollars.
As a side note, possession of drug paraphernalia is illegal
in the United States. Legal tobacco pipes become paraphernalia whenever trace amounts of cannabis resin
can be scraped off and identified by the authorities. Paraphernalia exists for substances besides pot, but I'm unqualified to provide information about such.
* I've been informed that this word
undergoes no change when pluralized. Still sounds funny, though