BWAHAHAHAHAHA! OLD‽ You're a friggin' kid!
I was one of the 20% (they took a survey) that wasn't rolling joints in the parking lot behind my high school... in 1972. (I was a late bloomer... ?)
As Chef so adroitly put it, "There's a time and a place for everything, and it's called college."
I knew a lot of kids who were subjected to that "cure".
One of them smoked the whole blasted stogie like a pro, and the old man was so PO'd, he just stomped away... After that, the old man never bothered him about it again.