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As the title suggests, this thread is to describe in detail your first experience with Cannabis. When was it, and who were you with? How did it come about? How long had you been curious about it? What did you end up doing after you were high?
Here's mine:
I was 13, and it was the summer after 7th grade. One of my good friends and I were starting a band over the summer. He was two years older than me.
But let me back track. I've known about weed since I was around 7, because one of my friends gave me his dads Dr. Dre The Chronic cd, and the cd itself is a marijuana leaf, and my mom explained it to me, plus you learn about it in school etc...
Well anyway, when I was 11 at Ozzfest 01, there was a stand, that was a head shop, and they gave me two free High Times magazines, so I read them then, and then forgot about it.
Anyway, back to the summer after 7th grade. I had found those magazines, and had started to read them again, and thought how it will be amazing when I get the chance to smoke it, but I didn't think it would happen until I was like 18 or something, as I didn't know anyone who smoked, or so I thought.
Anyway, one evening I was on the phone with my friend, discussing band practice, and he asked me what I was doing, and I was reading those high times magazines, so I told him, and he told me he could get me high and that he smokes all the time, but not to tell anyone, if he smokes with me, etc... he was real paranoid, and said that there's some unwritten law that you never mention who smokes, etc... and after I agreed to all of that bullshit, he said that in a few days, he would come over for practice and bring some.
I believe it was a Friday evening when I was on the phone with him, and we made the plans for Monday, because my dad (RIP) wouldn't get home until around 6pm and my Mom wouldn't get home until around 4, so the plan was for them to come over around 10:30 in the morning, and we'd have all morning and afternoon to get high and practice.
I remember I had everything set up, as far as not smelling like it when my parents got home. I had my shower all set up, and an extra set of clothes, and everything.
Anyway, I remember Monday morning arrived, and I woke up early, and my mom left me a note asking me to please cut the grass. I thought, "well, I'll be smoking the grass", lol.
Anyway, my friend and our guitarist arrived at my house as planned, and I immediately asked them if they had it. He told me no, and I got really pissed as it ruined my plans, and I told them they had to leave, and they could forget about practicing today. lol...
Then, he's like "Dude chill out, I was just kidding, I've got it." and I was like "prove it." and he reached into his pocket and pulled out an Altoids Tin, labeled Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll, because it had a condom, a guitar pic, a joint, and a little cigarette cellophane with some weed in it. I looked at the joint, and smelled it, but it didn't really smell, and I saw that it was green. I was excited.
We walked to this wooded area behind a church, where he assured me was a good spot as he smokes there often. It was the middle of July and a beautiful day. There was not one cloud in the sky. Anyway, we made it to the woods, in this perfect clearing, and we lit the joint, and after he got it lit, he let me take the first hit.
I had never smoked a cigarette yet, but I knew how to inhale deep, because as a child I had really bad asthma, and was prescribed all these inhalers. And, one of my inhalers, you had to take a really deep breath, and hold it in for a minute, so I was confident that I'd be able to inhale.
Well needless to say, lol... I got an extremely huge hit. After holding it in for as long as I could, I blew out this HUGE cloud of smoke, that just stood in the air for a while. They all started laughing, that it was such a big hit.
We passed the joint around, and I kept taking deep inhales, but I think I was taking too big of puffs, because it expanded in my lungs a lot and I remember thinking it hurt my lungs each time I got a puff.
My friend then pulled out a pretty thick metal chillum, with a really deep bowl. It was already fully packed. You would then screw on this metal top, on the chillum, and light it through the hole. It whistled when you hit it, and my friend introduced it as The Whistler. I took a few hits off of that, and it really hurt my lungs, but I wanted to make sure I'd be high.
We then put it away, and stood around in the woods for a second. I wasn't feeling any different at all, except we all started laughing at things that wouldn't be funny. Like, one of us would say something we'd normally say, about the band or something, but then after someone would say something, we'd laugh, as if they told a joke. I thought this is all there was too it, it simply makes things more comedic, but I was soon to be wrong, lol.
I noticed that there was some sort of pressure/tingling on the right side of my brain, but other than that, I felt pretty much normal, just in a good mood.
We then decided to walk back to my house, and begin practicing.
AS SOON as I exited the woods, into the bright open field it hit me all of a sudden. I was suddenly in a completely different world. I pondered if I died, and if I was now in heaven or something. Walking felt so weird, as if I was walking on the moon or something. Each step I took felt all bouncy. But it was freaking me out, because I'd be talking to my friend like normal, and then my voice would sound all weird in my head, and it would seem all weird, like I wondered if we really were just talking.
Looking towards my house, it looked like the normal distance away, and then it would all of a sudden look REALLY far away, and weird. I was trying to explain this to them, but they were just laughing hysterically, enjoying their high. I was getting pissed, because they weren't paying attention, lol.
Anyway, all the colors of everything were so vibrant and enhanced. The sky, was so blue, and the grass was so green. The trees looked weird as fuck, because they would look so big, and then back to normal.
Playing drums was really weird, because it didn't feel like I was playing them. It was as if I was watching myself in my mind play them. Anyway, we also ate a lot of food and watched concert DVDs. We smoked at around 11, and I was completely blazed until around 3:30, when I started to come down. I enjoyed that part more, because it was less intense. I definitely smoked WAY too much for a first time smoker, and it was definitely some Sativa.
Peace,
Here's mine:
I was 13, and it was the summer after 7th grade. One of my good friends and I were starting a band over the summer. He was two years older than me.
But let me back track. I've known about weed since I was around 7, because one of my friends gave me his dads Dr. Dre The Chronic cd, and the cd itself is a marijuana leaf, and my mom explained it to me, plus you learn about it in school etc...
Well anyway, when I was 11 at Ozzfest 01, there was a stand, that was a head shop, and they gave me two free High Times magazines, so I read them then, and then forgot about it.
Anyway, back to the summer after 7th grade. I had found those magazines, and had started to read them again, and thought how it will be amazing when I get the chance to smoke it, but I didn't think it would happen until I was like 18 or something, as I didn't know anyone who smoked, or so I thought.
Anyway, one evening I was on the phone with my friend, discussing band practice, and he asked me what I was doing, and I was reading those high times magazines, so I told him, and he told me he could get me high and that he smokes all the time, but not to tell anyone, if he smokes with me, etc... he was real paranoid, and said that there's some unwritten law that you never mention who smokes, etc... and after I agreed to all of that bullshit, he said that in a few days, he would come over for practice and bring some.
I believe it was a Friday evening when I was on the phone with him, and we made the plans for Monday, because my dad (RIP) wouldn't get home until around 6pm and my Mom wouldn't get home until around 4, so the plan was for them to come over around 10:30 in the morning, and we'd have all morning and afternoon to get high and practice.
I remember I had everything set up, as far as not smelling like it when my parents got home. I had my shower all set up, and an extra set of clothes, and everything.
Anyway, I remember Monday morning arrived, and I woke up early, and my mom left me a note asking me to please cut the grass. I thought, "well, I'll be smoking the grass", lol.
Anyway, my friend and our guitarist arrived at my house as planned, and I immediately asked them if they had it. He told me no, and I got really pissed as it ruined my plans, and I told them they had to leave, and they could forget about practicing today. lol...
Then, he's like "Dude chill out, I was just kidding, I've got it." and I was like "prove it." and he reached into his pocket and pulled out an Altoids Tin, labeled Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll, because it had a condom, a guitar pic, a joint, and a little cigarette cellophane with some weed in it. I looked at the joint, and smelled it, but it didn't really smell, and I saw that it was green. I was excited.
We walked to this wooded area behind a church, where he assured me was a good spot as he smokes there often. It was the middle of July and a beautiful day. There was not one cloud in the sky. Anyway, we made it to the woods, in this perfect clearing, and we lit the joint, and after he got it lit, he let me take the first hit.
I had never smoked a cigarette yet, but I knew how to inhale deep, because as a child I had really bad asthma, and was prescribed all these inhalers. And, one of my inhalers, you had to take a really deep breath, and hold it in for a minute, so I was confident that I'd be able to inhale.
Well needless to say, lol... I got an extremely huge hit. After holding it in for as long as I could, I blew out this HUGE cloud of smoke, that just stood in the air for a while. They all started laughing, that it was such a big hit.
We passed the joint around, and I kept taking deep inhales, but I think I was taking too big of puffs, because it expanded in my lungs a lot and I remember thinking it hurt my lungs each time I got a puff.
My friend then pulled out a pretty thick metal chillum, with a really deep bowl. It was already fully packed. You would then screw on this metal top, on the chillum, and light it through the hole. It whistled when you hit it, and my friend introduced it as The Whistler. I took a few hits off of that, and it really hurt my lungs, but I wanted to make sure I'd be high.
We then put it away, and stood around in the woods for a second. I wasn't feeling any different at all, except we all started laughing at things that wouldn't be funny. Like, one of us would say something we'd normally say, about the band or something, but then after someone would say something, we'd laugh, as if they told a joke. I thought this is all there was too it, it simply makes things more comedic, but I was soon to be wrong, lol.
I noticed that there was some sort of pressure/tingling on the right side of my brain, but other than that, I felt pretty much normal, just in a good mood.
We then decided to walk back to my house, and begin practicing.
AS SOON as I exited the woods, into the bright open field it hit me all of a sudden. I was suddenly in a completely different world. I pondered if I died, and if I was now in heaven or something. Walking felt so weird, as if I was walking on the moon or something. Each step I took felt all bouncy. But it was freaking me out, because I'd be talking to my friend like normal, and then my voice would sound all weird in my head, and it would seem all weird, like I wondered if we really were just talking.
Looking towards my house, it looked like the normal distance away, and then it would all of a sudden look REALLY far away, and weird. I was trying to explain this to them, but they were just laughing hysterically, enjoying their high. I was getting pissed, because they weren't paying attention, lol.
Anyway, all the colors of everything were so vibrant and enhanced. The sky, was so blue, and the grass was so green. The trees looked weird as fuck, because they would look so big, and then back to normal.
Playing drums was really weird, because it didn't feel like I was playing them. It was as if I was watching myself in my mind play them. Anyway, we also ate a lot of food and watched concert DVDs. We smoked at around 11, and I was completely blazed until around 3:30, when I started to come down. I enjoyed that part more, because it was less intense. I definitely smoked WAY too much for a first time smoker, and it was definitely some Sativa.
Peace,