Your Very, First Time(getting high)

[Inferius]

It's been a long time since we've had one of these threads, a bunch of new members have joined, so here we are.
Retell your story (as I'm sure it's a fond memory) and read others!'
Doesn't have to be your first time high, as maybe you found your second or third time far more interesting. But you get the picture.

But anyway, one rainy Saturday night in the begginning of Christmas vacation,
my older brother (27 or 26 at the time) had a friend over. He was walking funny and joking around. And then he called my name.
Annoyed but curious I entered his room. It gets hazy around this point. I can't remember if he asked me if I wanted to take a hit or if he explained that he introduced his half sister to pot as well, or if he just haphazardly explained what was about to happen.
He told me to make a tube shape with my fists, and to be ready to inhale.
I watched as he sat down and sucked on a huge glass bong.
I think I remember thinking that I'd like to take my own hit, but it all happened so fast... After 30 seconds or so of bubbling (he takes LONNGGGGG bong hits. He can usually clear whole .5 bowls) he got up quickly and made the same shape with his own hands and placed them aligned with my own. He quickly told me to inhale as he exhaled.
THE BURN!! I had never expirienced such a coughing attack before. I thought I was going to die, I stumbled out of his room and had to of coughed for at least 15 minutes straight. He laughed. I'm pretty sure he was hammered..
He told me he had to drive his friend home but that he'll be back, his friend lived in the neighborhood.

For some reason I forgot entirely about the incident with the smoke or the coughing. The pain in my lungs subsided and I watched tv for a few minutes.
After about 10 minutes, (it's been about 30 minutes total since inhalation), he came back. He had a little more coherency than he did previously. Watching me a little closer.
We talked and joked and then....
What is this? Whats happening? This strange looseness in my knees. Walking with a loose bounce. A faint... happiness... Huh? Whats... omg... I smoked pot... I must be getting...AHHAhahahaHhaha THIS IS GREAT!!!
I acted like a complete fucking dork. Made toast with giant globs of strawberry jam on top. Ran to the kitchen for 4 glasses of water. Tried making a sandwich out partially nuked fishsticks and bologna. Laughed my ass off as my brother watched and smiled and realized the incredible effect the pot was having on me. The spirit of mary jane delivered one simple message to me that night: everything is going to be ok.

God DAMN I miss those days. I have pot smoking in my blood. Both parents were major stoners, both brothers are total potheads, I was practically destined for it. Those first 5 or 6 highs are such a mindblower! Total dream. Eyes purple as the characters in Dune. And yet I handled myself perfectly when needed.

For some reason my life started skidding out of control directly following that.
I'm not sure of the exact details of everything, but for some odd reason my crazy paranoid psycho bitch of a mother suddenly thought I was smoking pot with my brother. I DID run into one of her friends at the video store and shared a few words. I'm sure my eyes were practically bleeding thc but I didn't act too strange. I also fell in love with a girl living in my fathers neighborhood, so I assume that my constant desire to overall escape that bitches' torment and stay at my fathers house were making her even more psycho.

I remember probably my last time smoking with my brother... the next morning I was still totally baked and we went adventuring by a river with bb gun that day... But then I got a very oddly urgent call from my father telling us to head home, that something... was off...
Suddenly, paranoia. Being around sane people really started making me understand just how traumatizing and fucked up my insane mother was.
Whats going on here? Everything went down hill. I suppose you could say this was my only "bad trip" with weed. I felt like a man awaiting the electric chair. I was shaking in fear by the time I got home.
But then survival instincts kicked in and I swiftly managed to get the fuck out of there and head to a friends.
I felt so horrible though, I had to spend an hour or two just laying in their bed trying to calm down.

Turns out the only reason I wasn't being skinned alive was because she was saving all that nastiness for later, when it could all blindside me along with the rest of her usual you-suck dialogue.

You people with families... that aren't splintered into tiny peices...

You don't realize how lucky you are.

I think the only time I've ever felt truly happy was at a friends house.
When I almost felt part of their family. There was always someone to talk to. Big family. That feeling... I would give every limb, every material posession, everysingle thing i've ever owned, to have that feeling again.

:sadcrying

anyway..

Sorry for the life story.

Tell us yours.

Inferius Reviewed by Inferius on 01-12-2007. Your Very, First Time(getting high) It's been a long time since we've had one of these threads, a bunch of new members have joined, so here we are. Retell your story (as I'm sure it's a fond memory) and read others!' Doesn't have to be your first time high, as maybe you found your second or third time far more interesting. But you get the picture. But anyway, one rainy Saturday night in the begginning of Christmas vacation, my older brother (27 or 26 at the time) had a friend over. He was walking funny and joking Rating: 5

[Greenport]

dune was a good movie. sorry to hear about ur mom, my dads a fucking loser. he acts nice to me and buys me shit. but wont help my mom pay of dental or medical or nothing. he told my mom. You wanted the package you get the deal. I understand how you feel bro. hes a 2 faced dick. broken up familys suck

[ToDrunkToFish]

Well I could go on about my family problems. But lets keep that outa this Topic eh? And talk about the first time with the Sweet Marry - J :rasta:

Im pretty sure it was Sophmore year and also kinda weird like you Inferius it was Christmas Break. Cause it was snowy and really cold as I remember.

There were 3 of us. And we were at my friend 'Z's house. There was also my other friend 'A' who ive known for-fucking-ever. It was my first and there about 3rd-5th time doin it. We made two bowls. One a standard noob Plastic Water Bottle but it was filled with ice water. And some other sort of contraption I dont remember.

We waited till about 12 or so. Went out on the back porch and Z was showin me how to hit it while usin the shotgun and not spill water. All the while he was showin me A was puffin away on his own in the corner that bastard! As we were hittin it a couple times, havin a cough attack sorta. It was super cool hit though the water was almost Ice and we didnt put ice in! It was really cold out.

After we finished we stopped. I was kinda like ok, im cold but feel weird. The backyard kinda got a little wavey and we went inside.

Now, as I said A was takin hits on his own while I took a couple. A was really baked and mind you, we were on a 3 stair high porch. And we had to 'help' A down the stairs lol.

As we got inside though we went into Z's room and he got super paranoid about his parents wakin up. He told us to goto bed and I was just layin on his floor and feelin really cool. I was seein colors inside his dark room and then he turned his T.V on so we would stfu. Watchin Dave Chapelle was hilarious.

But not soon after I fell asleep and I dont know if I was really high, or it was just me thinkin it but after that I couldnt stop!

[Bob the Awesome]

Alright, first my reasoning as to why I did it:

In October '04, I got my first gf (woes of being a nerd, I'm 16 at this time) and things are going great... for a time.

The usual drama happens, she returns 0 emotions in the relationship so I start feeling really, really depressed over it (first gf, leave me alone )

So I've had some pothead friends for years now, never truly considered doing it myself though. However, being so into politics as I am I had an opinion on the war on drugs for a while *how much it sucks* and finally decided to read up on the drug itself.

I had been getting drunk since November '04 (which started due to doing it accidentally <<) and I realized pot wasn't as bad as alcohol. Not caring about laws, I told my friends I was smoking that weekend with them. This was late February '05

So I smoked a few bowls with them out in the woods. I had been drinking, and suffice to say, I got really messed up. I ended up laying halfway out a window for 'fresh air' as I put it, the window was facing the street >>

I realized, in my inebriated state, that my gf wasn't worth it, and I should break it off and slowly heal that way. So that week I did so. Felt bad at first but I got better and had a great Spring that year, especially going out every weekend smoking :jointsmile:

Things have gone up and down from there, pot has its upsides and downsides, but I've learned to control it and I feel great.

[ck_pza_pi]

Back when I first smoked I was12, my friend snagged about 4 grams of Oregon medical bud from his family's Handyman/painter (Recently my friend told me he had a freezer bag full and the handyman just gave my friend a hand full) who recently shattered his ankle. It was like 6 or 7 big nugs almost white from the crystals. We blazed and I didn't feel anything, 2nd bowl and right after the first hit it hit me like a sack of rocks. This was probably the strongest indica I have ever smoked to this day. We got some cup of noodles and just chilled on the couch for 2 hours. We got up smoked more then saved the rest for the next day.

Pot head since that day forward.

[Ibu Jari]

First time. Summer of 1999. I was a life guard. I bought a joint from a friend. Well, I bought the weed, he rolled it and brought it to me. I waisted $20. He showed me how to smoke it, because I didn't wanna not get stoned. And I didn't get fucking stoned. I smoked the whole damn thing. It was good shit (he got a buzz off the one hit he took to show me). I got nothig. I was pissed.

Then. My SO (significant other) got some from a co-worker. In April of last year, he and I toked :jointsmile:. And I got a buzz. I didn't smoke much cause it was the middle of the day with 2 kids at home. And that started it all!!

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[TheFatKid]

i was just about to make this thread.



my first time was so fucking fun. we were chillin in the park, listening to music, and smoking an OZ. i was acting like we were in world of warcraft, and i was yelling at old people. we got tons of food, and i kept thinking my other friend was with us, but he wasnt. then these two chicks came over and i started making out with one of their legs. it was fucking weird.

now i dont like to bother people, i just talk alot and chill.

[AlwaysBlazed]

My first time was in this secret spot by this shopping center. Each one of my friends had a joint 2 with exotics and 2 with some other stuff but we didn't know which one had which. Me and my friend got really high and my two other friends were like, normal high. I thought I was dreaming and shit. My other friends dad came down to the spot looking for my friend and he saw the joints but didn't care, then we finished them and went to the pizza place and before we got there my friends ran in but I was just walking and I saw my friends dad go in the side entrance so im like "Guys, noooooo!!!!" and then I just laughed. I walked into the pizza place and I slapped myself to see if i was dreaming... the guy was like "if you're goin' to hit yourself then go outside" i was so obviously blazed I was like like "uh-huh". I've been there on DXM so the guy was used to me acting retarded. Anyway, after that I don't even remember, I think we went to the park and started a bon fire lol. I'm stoned now, sorry if that didnt make sense.

[B-Dizzle]

I remember my first time vividly. I had asked about weed and my friend, now outdoor grower, was talking about how her fam was going to start growing. I was like "chill, save me some". I call her Jamfry, she hates the name, but I love it. So Jamfry and I went to the falls behind our school and she rolled a blunt. I coughed and all the stuff. It was all good b/c I caught on to how to inhale and all that good stuff. I remember getting mad at first b/c I wasn't feeling anything. Then all of a sudden I stood up and it hit me. I felt like I couldn't stop talking about philosophical things and I felt like every step I had taken was like a flicker of a camera or something. I'm not sure how to explain. But my vision was like in flashes. It freaked me out and I asked about it. And Jamfry laughed and said "it's that trippy shit" I only felt like that a few times, but when I do, it's the shit. I'm still looking for that weed.

[Stoned_Friend]

my first time was uhh i cant rember, but i do remeber my 2ed time i was at home and i had just recently found my dad's stash so i took and 8 chunk and went back inside to find my pipe i had bought 2 months be4 smokin the sweet maryjane and i blazd in my room it was so hot boxed and i only had a thin blanket as a door and it smelt like dope all over the house but i didnt care and my sis walked in my room and said to me, "it smells like aunty bonnies house in here" lol so trippy cuz i knew why, well theres my story, ttyl happy tokin fellow tokin bros