haha im sure theres been millions of these threads but, what was your first time like?
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haha im sure theres been millions of these threads but, what was your first time like?
I'm not gonna say much about it apart from when I slipped off the ladder leading to the loft and broke two of my teeth then layed unconscious all night until it got light. I was tryed to be woken but they couldn't wake me up.
Hell man Honestly I was at senior week down at the beach and I figured what the hell you know? I ripped some bong hits in the damn bathroom of my place after pounding some beers and it was like the feeling of being drunk went away and it was then I knew what being high felt like. It was nuts I laughed and laughed about the stupidest shit but it was great, then preceded to tear up and all you can eat seafood place, but nothing like the munchies, or so I thought at the time. It was damn cool tho.
did any of you guys like barf or anything
No but someone I knew did.
It was early sophmore year. My best friend and I smoked out of a home-made pipe made out of a water bottle in his car. We smoked a few bowls and I couldn't tell if I was stoned or not, so I asked him, and he waved his hand infront of my face and it was like frame by frame, and he was like, "ya, you're stoned man". Then we walked down the street to his house I couldn't feel my legs, and it seemed like it took forever. Then we went inside and pounded a grande meal from taco bell each and laughed it up. A trully wonderful evening...
I freaked out my first time. Totally lost control of my mind.
we smoked like a few bowls between like 7 kids out of a homemeade piece and we were all chillin jumping on a huge trampoline
first time I got high(not smoked) - i laughed uncontrollably. ffelt like I had an out of body experience. craziest fucking coolest thing ever...wish my highs were still that good
my story is..unusual, to say the least.
I never inhaled, i smoked weed a few times alone(i used to steal it off my dad), and eventually i found someone else who smoked, so then i stole like 4-5 grams off my dad(i didnt know how much it was...i thought weed was uber cheap, like an O for $30 or something), and we smoked it. We smoked weed for weeks, and met some really hot chicks who got high too, we smoked about 3 times a week, and i never got high once, i felt something...but it wasnt enough for me to be high. Infact, i wondered how people even did stupid things while high because it was so weak. Then one day my friend gives me and my friend some mush. (like 1-2 grams each), and i take them, so technically i took mush before even getting high. The mush sucked, and it was only slightly more intense than a really strong weed high. I thought it was great though, since i had never experienced being really blazed before.
Weeks later, i wanted mush again, we couldnt get any, so my friend gave me some really dank weed, and i smoked it, i inhaled this time (i read previously that the reason i kept coughing was from letting it sit in my throat or something...i forget now, but in short i tried inhaling), i didnt expect to get any more high or anything, since i just wanted to stop coughing, and thought i was always getting high this whole time. I hit like 4-5 hooka's...and then i was sitting there, and all of a sudden...BAM, i instantly look up, and say to my friend "dude, there is no way you will believe this, but im having a mushroom flashback"...i honostly thought i was.
Weeks after, it happened to me again and again, and then i started to realize that i wasnt having mushroom flashbacks, but instead GETTIN' BLAZED!!!!!!
I then did like 4 grams of good mush and realized that i should have never thought those were mushroom flashbacks, because i freaked out hardcore on that trip.
I smoked, laughed, and then enjoyed the feeling of sinking in to my chair for a few hours before falling asleep, it was really nice, but nothing compared to being sucked to the back of ure head stoned, which is what I got about the 3rd or 4th time I smoked. Then............my love for ganja grew. First time shrooming was a lot more eventful, fuck me, what was all that about?
me and 3 friends smoked a fat ass blunt than 20 minutes later i threw up passed out. Than i did it again the next day but it was much better
7th grade, gave into the whole "peer pressure" thing the school officers always talk about in elementary school (especially during 4 - 6th grade). friend had a little shack in the back where 4 - 5 guys could fit in a circle w/ at least 1 1/2 feet space between each others knees (sitting down), and i remember there were no lights ( they dont work ) and the door wouldnt shut all the way. the door would only close to a point where u can see the outside sunlight beaming through the crack. blazed it, we had this acrylic double chamber bong we called "The Green Machine." i guess it was because it was my first time but i was faded as FUCK. i remember looking at the smoke i blew out shine w/ the sunlight that beamed through the door cracks and i could see the smoke all swirling n shit it was a mind trip. then i remember i walked outside, went ontop of my friends roof ( there is a ladder ) and i jus sat up there and looked at the park across his house. little later my friends came out and asked what the fuck i was doing... i dont know wtf i was doing but i jus started laughing and i came down. i also remmeber being paranoid about how long the feeling would last, at first i was afraid of what was gonna happen... i was afraid of "that" feeling but the 2nd time i did it i was enjoying my self and enjoying the feeling.
thats all i remember the first time i blazed it.
i got caught the first time i smoked. i got into a fight with my mom earlier in the night because she didnt want me to sleep over my friends house cuz she knew his parents werent home and that we were gonna be drinking. my dad took me anyway and as soon as i got there my friend asked me if i wanted to smoke and i said yea. i smoked a few bowls and got really high. one hit i laughed and blew out the weed in the bowl. we smoked maybe 10 bowls of some pretty good dro. i was leaning on the metal bar on the trampoline and my phone was in my pocket. eventually i took my phone out of my pocket to check the time, and i realized that it accidently speed dialed my house. my mom and dad were listening to me smoke for 3 minutes. all i could say was "oh shit, its on" and then i hung up. my mom called back like 5 minutes later and told me not to come home the next day. i cant say it was a bad time cuz it introduced me to weed and my parents have gotten cool with my smoking now.
The first time I smoked I really didnt feel much, and it was good stuff, but I've heard other people have the same expierience their first time. But that was 13 years ago, and thankfully I've never had that problem again:stoned:
HAHA.I was with my friend her boyfriend and his friend,We were at her apartment. I got super-drunk on vodka shots and then we got stoned (we were smoking from a pipe and I didn't know I was supposed to put my finger on the carb when I took my first hit.) I was all "this doesn't do shit to me!" and then my friends b/f's like "uhh you have to put your finger on the carb." Then we went to the hot tub...wait..for some reason it was just me and my friend and the other guy, not her B/F (he was like watching us..was I way baked or whut??!) ANyway out of nowhere my friend (the girl) leans over to me and starts kissing me and we're all making out and then the other guy was trying to get in on it....then my friend backs up and I'm like "wait...what the fuck?!" and then I start making out with the other dude. Well anyway, we go back inside and the dude leaves, so I'm stuck with my friend and her b/f who just watched us make out in the hot tub....It was so fucking akward..and he kept giving me this weird ass look everytime he directed himself towards me. SO then we went and got dank burritos and then I went home, but...after that...for the whole time my friend dated this guy, he would start asking me "so...what's ur fantasy?" "you wanna know what mine is?...threesome." ALWAYS ...holy shit...never get baked and make out with your friend in front of her b/f.
You guys have heard of when you're really high sometimes it feels as though you're watching everything as a movie, right? Well my first time I didn't get high and my second time it was like THAT for about 2 days straight. Still the most intense trip on weed that I've experienced, but I guess that's normal for the first time.
HAHA HAHA I use to steal it from my dad to. First time i got stoned wasQuote:
Originally Posted by bulletz144
off some i took from his stash too. I fell in love the first time. I remeber
thinking this shit isnt doing anything ( I thought you was supose to feel it right off the bat) then bam!!!! Needless to say i went and took some more
from his stash. He didn't smoke with me till i turned 18 but he had to
notice the amount of weed i stole off him thru out the years.
1st time i didnt get high. the second it felt like i was in a movie, i got on a bike started riding it in Sloooow moootiiionnn. Then my friend tried to trick me into running in traffic. I almost did it then realized the lights were cars so i started crying.
Yeah I never understood why some people don't get high the first time. Anyone have any theories?
Never really thought about trips like this with the planning and all.When I tripped for the first time I was 16 and did not really think about what I was going into. It was great but underestimate it and had some very important things planned that afternoon (birthday of a relative). Luckily I had a sober person with me that kept me sane during the whole family process.
I do agree with the others that over planning this thing is not such a good idea, just let it go and see what happens. 1 gram is very little for a first experience it might leave you disillusioned and disappointed, 1.5 - 2.0 gram of dried cubensis would to the trick.
Curious how you are going to like it , think its different for each person. Recently its more talking about tripping than actually tripping myself. Just can't find the time and the rest for it, so I will just wait for the moment to present it self. Nothing to plan for me and for be forced.
I think alot of people don't know how to inhale properly their first timeQuote:
Originally Posted by willystylle
People sometimes don't inhale right i guess. My friend smoked his first time and didnt feel it at all, but i could tell he wasnt inhaling right. I told him how and he still wasnt doing it right so i jus gave up b/c i didnt want to be bothered with his problemsQuote:
Originally Posted by willystylle
But anyways, I got completly blazed my first time + I knew how to inhale from ciggs so that helped alot.
I was 15 and smoked with some guys in the walk in kitchen of the restraunt we worked at. They were around 20 and pretty intense smokers. We took some gravities then went into the kitchen and turned everything back on (the kitchen had been closed for about an hour) and made cheese steaks, chicken fingers, fries, onion ringers, and chicken parm. It was a crazy good time
Well, my first time was horrible, to say the least. This will be long, but you asked, and I'll deliver.
Anyway, I had always wanted to smoke pot, ever since I was fairly young (around 8). I don't listen to rap, but my neighbor who was a few years earlier gave me some of his old cd's, and one of my first cd's was Dr. Dre's "The Chronic", which for those of you who don't know, the cd itself is a nice sativa pot leaf. I'd see it being glorified, and my neighbor introduced me to the Cheech and Chong movies, so obviously I wanted to try it. My mom, who grew up in the 60's gave me a very honest drug talk when I was very young, explaining to me the dangers of meth, etc... She told me that she had smoked pot 3 times in the 60's or 70's or something.
Well, I moved out-of-state for one year, and that first summer I attended my first concert. My mom took me to Ozzfest. Well, anyway, at the concert, there was a head-shop that had a tent, and they gave away two free issues of High-Times. My mom didn't care about the magazines. I read them over so many times.
Well, two summers later, I was back to my hometown, and had met my best friend. We did everything together and talked about everything, but never tried pot, and actually never talked about it. Well, during the summer, as I was cleaning my room I had found those two issues of High Times and again read them over and over again. I wanted to try pot, but was young and innocent and thought "no one in this town would know where to get pot" and though my first opportunity would be when I was in college or something. Well anyway, this was the summer right after my 7th grade year, so I was 13. In mid-July, I was talking to my friend on the phone, and told him how I had started drinking Non-Alcoholic beer. I knew it didn't have any effects, but for some reason, I thought I was cool that I drank beer, plus I liked the taste. Anyway, he thought it was cool, and then asked me if I had ever smoked pot. I told him I hadn't, and then he asked me if I wanted to try it. I jumped at the opportunity you see, and he told me that the following Monday he would be at my house, with our other friend, for band practice, because we were starting a band, and he said that he'd bring some over. Anxiously I waited for that Monday to come. We made the plants the previous Friday. During the time, I just thought of how cool it must be, and I figured that everything would be funny, and that I'd laugh alot. You see, I love to laugh, but my dad had cancer so I was depressed, and thought that being able to laugh at everything would be good for my depression.
Well, that Monday morning I got up very early. I made sandwhiches for everyone before they got there, because I figured that we'd get the munchies. I got shampoo, towels, and soap all ready, along with clean clothes, because I was planning ahead so I didn't smell like it when my mom got home. I was well prepared, or so I thought.
Well, my friends ring the doorbell, and I immediately ask him if he has it. He tells me "no", and I get so pissed. I tell him to leave, and he says what about band practice, and I say "I quit, now get the fuck out of my house". He then tells me he really does have it, but he was just making sure I really wanted to smoke, he likes to trick me sometimes. I then ask to see it, as I've never seen it in real life before. He opens up his altoids container and he has a joint, papers, and about 1 or 2 grams wrapped in the celophane from a cigarette. I smell the joint, as I've never smelled marijuana before but always wanted to know what it smelt like. It didn't have much of a smell. I was satisfied that he actually had it, and was looking forward to smoking.
My best friend went into the garage where my other friend was playing guitar, to ask him if he wanted to come. He didn't really want to as he wanted to start practice, but he came along anyway.
It was about 10:30am and it was hot, and there was not one cloud in the sky. Bright vibrant blue sky, green grass, trees, a very nice day. My sub-division is next to a church, and behind the church are woods. My friend decided that that is where we were going to smoke. I was afraid we'd get caught, or that someone would see us, but he assured me that he had smoked there many times before, and that it was safe. We had to walk over the churches huge hill, and then through a small corn field to get to the woods. It took us a long time to get there, well, actually only about 10 minutes, but still.
My friend lit the joint, took a hit, and then handed it to me. I was so excited. I had never tried a cigarette or anything in the past, but I knew how to take HUGE hits and hold them in, because when I was little I used to have really bad asthma, and I had this one inhaler that I had to take whenever I had an asthma attack where I had to take a fast deep inhale all the way to the bottom of my lungs and hold it in for a minute and then exhale and do it again. So, when he handed me the joint, I took a MASSIVE HIT and held it in for about a minute. I blew so much smoke out and started coughing like crazy. I then took three more of these sized hits. Oh yeah, I asked them if it was laced, because my parents always told me that weed today is laced, and it wasn't in the 60's, but my best friend assured me that his dad grew it, and it was very good shit. I believed him, and later found out it was true. Anyway, we passed the joint back and forth, and there were amazed at the hits I was getting. I kept waiting for something that would seem funny to be, but it didn't happen. Then, my friend said something stupid and I thought it was funny. I thought I was high. I thought that all it did was make things funny. I wasn't satisfied, as I wanted to laugh uncontrollably, so my friend took out his massive piece that he called the whistler, because it whistles when you take a hit. The weed looked different that in the unlit joint, and I thought it was laced, but my friend just said it was all resiny, so I took a HUGE hit, and blew a cloud of smoke out that amazed my friends. We decided it would be best to walk back to my house now.
The moment I walked out of the woods into the sunlit area, it kicked in all at once. It hit me fucking hard. Everything was different. I felt like I had lifted off of the ground. It felt like I was walking on the moon. Everything was so bright and vibrant, it reminded me of a video game with good graphics. It almost looks "too real". I asked my friends "WHAT HAPPENED?!" in a panic striken cry. They just stared at me and continued walking, laughing, smiling, and talking to one and other. I felt alone. I felt that I was trapped beneath myself. I thought maybe I had died, and that I was dreaming. That my dead body was back in the woods. I thought it must have been laced. No, I knew it couldn't be laced. I just thought that marijuana was truly evil. We arrived back at my house, in what seemed to be only 1 minute. I kept explaining what I was experiencing to my friends and they said "that's good. you're just really high right now". I felt like they didn't understand. That no one could understand. I contemplated calling 911, just so the hospital could make me feel normal again. I just wanted the "high" to end. I feared that it would never end. I feared that I would be this way forever. I went onto a Yahoo Chat Room for marijuana smokers, and asked them how to make it end. They told me eating and drinking milk would help. I couldn't eat. Food sounded sickening because my stomach was so nervous. It felt like I had a million butterflies in my stomach, from being so scared, that eating seemed like a bad thing to do. I felt so guilty, so scared, so traumatised. I wanted everything to be back to normal. My friends were pissing me off, having a good time. I just wanted to be alone. We watched the dvd that came with Metallica's St. Anger cd, and I didn't like talking because it freaked me out, so I just sat there. My best friend kept asking me if I liked it, and I lied and told him yeah, just so he'd shut up. I drank a few glasses of milk, which only calmed me down. After watching the television for about an hour, I noticed that my high was going away. We went out back to the woods to smoke more, but I didn't smoke more, only they did.
That was my first time. Afterwards, I became straight-edge. I wanted nothing to do with drugs, thinking they'd make me feel like that.
Over a year later, after Christmas, I had gotten a nice sized bud for a Christmas present from one of my friends. I decided "what the hell, first times can be scary" so I made a pipe out of alluminum foil, and smoked a total of about 10 hits. I didn't inhale quite as hard as my first time. I inhaled it like a cigarette. Anyway, about 5 minutes after smoking, the panic swept over me. I thought "SHIT. WHAT HAVE I DONE? I JUST SMOKED. ITS GOING TO MAKE ME HIGH AGAIN AND I HAVE TO WAIT IT OUT!" I went into my mom's room, confessed, and told her I didn't want to be high, and didn't want it to kick in. She told me to lay down on the floor and watch some tv. I did. The muscles in my back started twitching, and I had my eyes closed. I must have zoned out, but a second later, I became aware that it had kicked in. I opened my eyes, got up, told my mom "IT'S HAPPENING! IT'S HAPPENING! IM HIGH!" and started crying, and confessing that I had smoked ,and that I hate marijuana, and that I didn't want to do it, and she wasn't mad, because she's cool, but she said it was a stupid thing to do. Anyway, my mom was about to go to bed, so she told me to go watch some TV and get some sleep. While I was watching CNN, I noticed my mouth was extremely dry, but I just fell asleep. I woke up the next morning sober, and realized that weed does go away, and not dwell on the bad feelings and just chill out, and enjoy what's happening, but I had the munchies so bad. I ate so many sugar cookies, and I hate the chinese leftovers from last night, which was only a little bit of fried rice. I wanted more, but there was no more, so I ate all of the sugar cookies.
After that, I wasn't straight edge anymore, but I never smoked pot. 3 or so years later, this year, I started smoking. At first I got a little paranoid, afraid I'd have a bad experience due to my first time smoking so much for a first timer, but I just learned to CHILL OUT. I then began to notice how improved my senses are when I'm high, and loved it. It became an every week thing. Then it became once or twice a week thing. Then it became an everyday thing. Now it's become an at least everyday thing. Now, I laugh at my first experience, and long to get that high again. All of the feelings from my first high, I've experienced again, except for one. I've never felt like I was walking on the moon, or "bouncing" ever since my first time. It was one thing that I actually liked about my first time. I love cannabis, I just had a bad first experience and a bad second experience due to expectations from my first experience.
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i smoked a joint in a local school yard on a saturday afternoon, and went quiet for about an hour... that's all
well the actual first time i tried weed didnt count all i did was get tired and went to sleep. nothing too interesting. that was when i was.. 17.
the first time i actually had my first good experience was when i was 18, me and my friend were at her house and we were dry and so we asked some roomates if they had anything. so we got a nickel worth of hash. We smoked that and then we went and ate a whole chicken. lol.
first time, i was ignorant of the fact u had to inhale. second time was AWESOME. it was hilarious, i was in a room fulll of ppl and we were doing shotguns, so i got F-ed up! Me and this guy's mom were throwing chips at each other and catching them in our mouths....ahh, good times! :stoned:
almigster, that would be HEAVEN for me!!
The first time I did it I was 18 years old at a friends house and they wanted me to smoke from a pipe. I normally refused when he asked this on other occasions, but I decided to give it a try this time since I thought it wouldn't do anything my first time.. I was wrong, and got really stoned for about 3 hours. I got really paranoid because I didn't know how to handle myself, and my friend and his brother were cracking up over it. To top it off, my girlfriend at the time was on her way over with another friend, and I was still stoned when she got there lol. I can look back and laugh now, and thank this friend for introducing me to this wonderful little herb.
the first couple times i smoked was in 7th grade and me and my friends didnt know anything about it so this kid sold us oregeno 2 times and after spending all that money and not getting high we stoped, untill my friends birthday during our 8th grade year. we got some really good stuff and smoked out of an apple, behind her boat. then her older brother who is a major stoner came home and matched us and we smoked out of his bong that got us ripped as hell. then the rest of the night was just laughing at drunk ppl there and feeling a banana for an hour (i have no idea why, it just felt wierd). then i went home and had the best sleep of my life.
I smoked for about a week or so before I really considered that I was getting "high". I remember I went to spend the night at my friends house and me, him, and his older brother all piled into my truck and hotboxed it about 35 feet from his house. I remember that just driving back to his house, was balls out the hardest thing I ever did. After that night I remember thinking that my life would never be the same:stoned:
My first time was when I was twelve. My friends parents were gone Friday on a cruise, so his Grandma was there watching him. He asked me to spend the night and to smoke(I wanted to try smoking for like a month or two).
His grandmother fell asleep around nine so we went down to his basement. He had a half an ounce(He would mow this guys lawn up the street and he would pay him with pot) of fairly high mids. We smoked something like 6-8 bowls. I remember not really being high at the beggining and looking into this mirror. I would breathe on the mirror and when it fogged up I said I thought it was smoke.
Anyways, we kept on smoking and by the end I felt like I was on a boat or something. It was strange, while we walked up the stairs it seemed like with each step I took I got more and more stoned.
We sat down in his living room, watched South Park, ate popcorn, and drank water.
The next week we did the same thing but his parents were home. We got caught.
His dad didn't tell my parents but I was caught anyways. My parents found a baby plant in my window that my friend gave me.
I was dumb.
Sounds kick ass dude.
Now I'm hungry. Damn munchies!
my first time smokin' weed was with a friend of mine that I used to have over like, every weekend. He and my other friend (who i still am friends with) were over once and we went into the woods behind my house and smoked out of a soda bottle. haha it was awesome we were driving around my field in my golf cart all stoned. I don't remember much as far as how I felt was, I know I was high, but i didn't know how high ahaha
and i also remember one time the same friend (back in 7th grade) had some weed and before we smoked it, he was like 'my sister soaked the weed in alcohol so we'll get high and drunk!!!' hahahah retard, but hey, we were 7th graders
first time was with my freind on this big hill with power lines we smoked out of this homemade shampoo bottle bong it hit real good even though we were smoking schwagg we then smoked a joint and I knew definetly then I was high then it was awesome. O yeah crashed on my bike on the way home didnt hurt though cause I was high as fuck.
first time i smoked i didn't inhale it right, so i just slightly giggled for an hour straight. second time i smoked.. OMG i got so retarded.. i thought i was turning into a bug or something behind my friend's garage at 2am.. i couldn't stop laughing, and my vision was really blurry. then i got really paranoid because i thought it wouldn't wear off after i slept..
the 5th time i smoked i had a panic attack which really sucked, but it only happened because i smoked around people i didn't know, last night when i got high it was amazing, i laughed for 3 hours straight SO HARD
Haha, some funny stories here man! Smoking for the first time is always great!
Mine's some funny shit too, I was 14, I was friends with a guy who was 16 and was with another friend of mine that was 14 too. The 16 year old guy rolled some really shitty joints!
It was St.Patricks day over here in Ireland! So, stoned as pigeons we went to McDonlads to get some St.Patrick's day green minty milkshakes! (sweet as!). As I got to the counter, over the moon at how great I felt, I was looking at the menu with big smile on my face and looked down at the woman behind the counter.
I had to repeat myself about 4 times because I couldnt talk right! So then when she takes my order I forgot to pay her, I then laughed my ass off at my forgetfulness for about 15mins straight and that got my buddys laughing too. Even the girl working there was laughing at us!!
Funny days....
I was in 10th grade. One of my good friends smoked a lot, and I told her I wanted to try. So I went to her house, and four of us smoked up with a homemade device that was just a water bottle, a straw, and some tin foil. One of the girls was like "are you high yet?" and I said I didn't know. Then she said "when you close your eyes, does it feel like you're doing this?" and then she started doing some weird dance thing. So I closed my eyes and I was like "Yeah!!!"
So then we sat and geeked out for awhile. I called my dad to tell him not to pick me up until later, and I rambled on the phone for awhile about how we're gonna watch a movie, and thats why I needed to stay later. Then we ordered a pizza and watched the most fucked up episode of Spongebob ever. He had a blow dryer in his pants and he was flying over Bikini Bottom.