New book "Barack Obama: The Story" details the President's younger years smoking pot in Hawaii

Puff, puff, pass, Mr. POTUS…

New Barack Obama Biography Details Pot Smoking In Hawaii

The meticulous biographer David Maraniss revealed Barack Obama’s early girlfriends in an excerpt published in Vanity Fair of his forthcoming biography, and now the internet is seizing upon new details of the president smoking marijuana with his buddies at the Punahou School in Hawaii.

Politico’s Playbook teased the following excerpt from “Barack Obama: The Story,” which will be published in June but is already viewable on Google Books. “When a joint was making the rounds, he often elbowed his way in, out of turn, shouted ‘Intercepted!’ and took an extra hit,” Maraniss writes. But Obama’s buddies, who called themselves the “Choom Gang,” didn’t mind him messing up the rotation. (After all, this was Hawaii.)

That’s not all. Maraniss writes that Obama was known for starting a trend called “TA,” short for “total absorption.”

“When you were with Barry and his pals, if you exhaled precious pakalolo(Hawaiian slang for marijuana, meaning “numbing tobacco”) instead of absorbing it fully into your lungs, you were assessed a penalty and your turn was skipped the next time the joint came around.

Maraniss also describes Obama’s technique of “roof hits” while hot-boxing cars. “When the pot was gone, they tilted their heads back and sucked in the last bit of smoke from the ceiling,” he writes.

If you remember in the President’s memoir “Dreams From My Father”, he writes:

Junkie. Pothead. That’s where I’d been headed: the final, fatal role of the young would-be black man. Except the highs hadn’t been about that, me trying to prove what a down brother I was. Not by them, anyway. I got high for just the opposite effect, something that could push questions of who I was out of my mind, something that could flatten out the landscape of my heart, blur the edges of my memory. I had discovered that it didn’t make any difference whether you smoked reefer in the white classmate’s sparkling new van, or in the dorm room of some brother you’d met down at the gym, or on the beach with a couple of Hawaiian kids who had dropped out of school and now spent most of their time looking for an excuse to brawl.

Can’t you just see Barry O in Hawaii sitting on the beach with his feet in the sand getting BLOWED with a joint of purple haze, flashing that famous smile of his?

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