:hippy:My favorite experience would have to be when I got extremely blazed for the first time. I had about an eighth of fire (I had no idea what fire was at the time) and my friend Crispy Chris and I went to my friends house down the road. We smoked about four bowls (that's an estimate I was far to fucked after my fourth hit) and when we came out from behind the shed we were acting like we were in a JAmes Bond movie trying not to get caught by my friends parents. we were staying low and shit, stupid as hell. (the entire thing happened without a word being spoken for it) On the way home CHris was tripping hard. He says, hey man we're being followed by a thirty foot tall giant. I look at the empty street behind us and ask if the guy was wearing a miner's hat. It took me about twenty minutes to convince Chris that it was just a street light.


My second favorite time was my first bong rip. It was also my first chronic rip. I had no idea what I was doing. It felt so smooth on the wayin that I didn't even know I had gotten any smoke. I hit the ground coughing and my friend just laughed and loaded me another. I didn't pay for shit and geeked the entire way home.imp::rasta::stoned: