Got stoned with four friends the summer before we all started high school. I hit it up with them three times, and didn't get off.

So I thought I'd get my OWN smoke and do some alone. Heck, I didn't believe they were getting a buzz, I thought they were BSing me.

I bought a WHOLE QUARTER, at 5 WHOLE DOLLARS, LOL. (1971)

Thought i was a bigshot.

Got home, my room was on the corner, windows on each side. My folks were in the next room watching Walter Cronkite on the black and white TV....

I opened both windows for flow through ventalation, Stuck an old tshirt under the door, and it took four or five attempts before i could even get some semblance of a joint to smoke.

Hit up on that thing, and did the whole J by myself. Didn't get off. Was I pissed? Hell yes!

But then it crept upon me, and off into space i went. Room rolling around, shit looking weird, stuff like that. Scared the crap out of me.

I got under the sheets (must've been 7:00 PM or so), and the bed was rotating. i thought i was gonna croak.

I finally passed out. Alarm went off for school the next morning, and I pulled a Peter Frampton line out of my hat and said "C'mon, let's do it again!"

I love this shitake - just wish i could find some now - but alas, ask and ye shall recieve. I have good vibes about tomorrow.

Peace,

Old Stoner :stoned: