I was in high school when I began smoking. I had this reputation as a "Mary" at my school. At my school at least that meant someone who is so pure they are almost like the virgin Mary. It really annoyed me having people label me like that. I don't know why, it just really rubbed me the wrong way. My friend was a year behind me but had a reputation of being a complete bad girl. She drank, smoked, screwed, and got suspended at least once a month. I told her how I felt and she told me not to worry about it because I was who I was and other people's opinions didn't matter. I knew what she meant, but it didn't really stop the feeling. So one day I saw her in the hall and asked her if she could get me some weed to try. I gave her my money, and before the day was out she slipped up beside me at my locker and handed me what at first I thought was an empty cigarette pack until I felt a light rattle. I opened it and saw what looked like two fat, downright weird looking cigarettes inside. For a moment I was confused but then it dawned on me what they were. Joints. I stuffed the pack in my jacket pocket in a hurry after that, and thanked her for her help. She just smiled and winked at me before heading back down the hall. Just having them on me gave me a weird fluttery feeling. Partly paranoia at the thought of getting caught, but most of all excitement. I was doing something considered "bad" and was impatient to get home and try it. It seemed like it took my parents forever to go to bed that night. I lit some incense and read until I was sure they were asleep, and then I opened my window and lit the biggest of the two joints. The smoke was harsh on my throat and I had to cough into a pillow and hope that my parents wouldn't hear it and wake up. I managed to smoke it until it was almost all gone, but was disappointed because I wasn't feeling anything. I felt really foolish for wasting my money, and decided to take a bath. As I was running the water it hit me and I had to sit down on the toilet for a moment to steady myself. The feeling was amazing, almost euphoric and I absolutely loved it. Everything felt amplified somehow. I took my bath all the while really pleasantly buzzed. When I was done with that I went downstairs, ate some ice cream, then went back to my room and smoked the second joint. I was still coughing like mad, but it was easier to handle than the first, probably because my throat was still chilled from the ice cream. I turned off my lights and lay down and stared out the window at the stars, completely stoned off my ass, until I finally passed out. All in all, I think my first experience with weed was a good one. Really positive. I definitely don't regret it, and will more than likely be a life long toker.
GreenLadyOfDankDowns Reviewed by GreenLadyOfDankDowns on . How'd you get hooked on Mary? It is grown in every part of the world, been used for thousands of years, known throughout human history. My first experience was my sister, she got some from her friend that knew "Sureno 13 Mex Mafia x_X" and they smoked. My sister gave me a bowl and I kept it, but she later told my parents and they took it =o. A year later, my best friend moved to a poorer community. I would call it Mexico. 7th grade summer, I remember smoking it with him and a bunch of other black people, these Rating: 5