Don Johnson Confesses to Smoking Weed at White House Under Carter

Hollywood veteran Don Johnson recently spilled some jaw-dropping tales from his visits to the White House, proving that even the most hallowed halls can host a wild story or two. The 75-year-old actor, best known for Miami Vice, dropped a bombshell on a late-night show, admitting to smoking a joint at the White House during the Carter administration. Yes, you read that right—while the nation’s business was being conducted, Johnson was, well, conducting a different kind of business.

The revelation came during a candid chat where a 1975 photo of Johnson with President Jimmy Carter and musicians from the Allman Brothers Band sparked some hazy memories. Johnson quipped that while he and his crew were likely under the influence at the time, he wouldn’t dare suggest Carter partook. With a respectful nod to the late president, he made it clear he wasn’t casting any shade on the man from Plains, Georgia.

Johnson’s White House antics didn’t stop at a puff of nostalgia. He’s apparently been a regular guest across multiple administrations since Carter’s time. Among his escapades? A round of golf at Camp David with former President George H.W. Bush, where Johnson claims he not only took Bush’s money—about 18 or 20 bucks—but also out-trash-talked the famously competitive leader. Talk about a hole-in-one for storytelling.

Of course, Johnson isn’t the first celebrity to confess to high times at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Country icon Willie Nelson famously admitted to lighting up during a visit, though Carter later clarified it was with one of his sons, not a staffer. It seems the White House has seen more than just policy smoke over the years.

What strikes me most about these revelations isn’t just the audacity of toking up in such a historic space, but the glimpse into a more relaxed, human side of political life. Behind the suits and speeches, there’s room for a little mischief—even if it’s just a small bet on the green or a quiet moment of rebellion. It’s a reminder that history isn’t just made in meetings; sometimes, it’s made in the margins.