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 . 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