HempKnight
04-17-2005, 05:28 PM
I started smoking weeed when i was 15. My sister smoked and while at her house one day, i saw a half smoked joint on her coffe table. I had been offered herb before but never tasted it. For some reason this day (a beautiful summer afternoon) i felt like experiencing something new and exciting. So i asked my sis if i could have it, just sort of outa the blue. "hey, can i have that?" to which she replies, "sure". So off i go, walking out back and finding a nice spot in the woods to change my life and way of mind. I sit down, fishing a lighter out of my faded jeans. Im not worried, My family is pretty chill about this sort of thing. (When I first got caught by them a year later, my punishment was a week with no TV) So I fire it up,taking a long drag off the small white tightly rapped package of bliss, no coughing. I take another, still no cough. I was surprised how delightfully smooth it was, after the third toke the joint had morphed to the roach stage. So i stand up, I begin to notice how bright everything has just become, and how warm the air feels gliding through my air. It feels like im wearing a hat, like something is pushin down on my brow. Untill i realize it's only my eyelids. We have a pond out behind my house, so i mosey on over and take a seat in a green plastic chair, only it feels like the most comfortable recliner i had ever set my ass in. My eyes close and the world around me leaves, off to some far away place i couldn't possibly understand. I notice that whichever way i tilt my head, my whole body starts to fall in that direction. This roller coaster effect is the most profound impact weed has ever had on me, and ive never been able to duplicate it. Herb then becomes a very big part of my life, but there is one thing i have noticed, the drug friends. You start only hanging out with other kids that smoke, and you may not realize it. (and not that your doing it on purpose) but all the fun times we had involved herb, and if there was none, all the time would be spent lookin for some. Im not saying this is a bad thing, but it seems a but, unproductive. and looking back now, those friends i use to have all those great times with. They only hang out with kids who have alot of weed. Just walking around my school, you notice that the dealers are the most popular kids. While at the same time still holding on to that immortal stoner battlecry, "im not addicted". Im not going to lie, i AM addicted to herb, but its an addiction im not afraid to keep around, cause i know its not gonna take me over completely. The problem i have with some of these people is that herb has taken over there ENTIRE lives. All you hear them talking about is how fucked up they got last night. Most of the sentences sound like this: "Man i was so FUCKIN" stoned last night, like it was just so FUCKIN' y'know? Like man it was so FUCKIN' crazy, like goddamn i was so FUCKIN' high". I have avoided this, and hav tried to not let the smoke choke my brain. I choose not to hate someone just cause evryone else does, cause of this all my friends hate eachother. Quite a pickle. So now all I do is sit back and watch, comfortably stoned. While people cry and bitch and moan about how awful there lives are. When if they would just see that their lives that they are so focused and anaylzed on making perfect is but a hanfull of sand scooped up from the desert of the world. There is more out there! The girls in your highschool arnt the only ones that exist! same goes with the people in your town. Whenever i go on vacation i meet some of the most amazing women, and end up having some of the best times of my life. But when i return home, its like im invisible again. Its sad, that everyone cant open up there minds to the world, when they did it so easily with a small green plant. Sorry, just had to get that od my chest. Im 18 now and still burn happily. Hopefully soon it will be my voice spreadin the relaxing flow through your speakers, and hopefully...hopefully people will see more, if not all the beauty that waits under the face of that outcast no one talks to. Or the land no one cares about.
Good Luck World.
Tay.
Good Luck World.
Tay.