Oh God, my first time was pretty hardcore. My neighbor wanted to smoke me out, so one night I lied to my parents and said I was walking up to Starbucks. He picked me up, and took me to his friends apartment. It was the standard 20-year old apartment. Slightly messy, beers in the fridge, etc. As I was looking around, I saw this bubble-domed shape thing. Yes, it was a vaporizer. For a reason which I still do not know to this day, I got the first hit. I've only had a few highs that can compare to how fucked up I was that day, I was coughing after my 3rd hit, but he told me, "Never, NEVER turn down bud if somebody offers it to you, it's disrespectful." Not wanting to disrespect, I managed to choke down 6 hits total. I was sitting in my chair, drinking a Jones, and everytime I touched my arm I would burst out laughing. My vision was blurred, and everybody's voice sounded computerized. I was tripping balls.


Few years later, I finally remembered and asked him what we smoked that night. He said, "That we night we pounded an eighth of Trainwreck mixed with White Widow Hash."

This was in 5th grade.
couch-potato Reviewed by couch-potato on . Age and story behind your first experience What's the story behind your first use... Mine was at 27 years old. I took a trip with my best bud to Dale Hollow Lake and smoked out for 4 days. I've been a huge advocate ever since (I wasn't against it before, just never tried it.) For a first experience, it was great to be on a boat in a huge reservoir just taking it in and savoring the moment! Rating: 5