Your Very, First Time(getting high)

[Domiko]

Edit: Okay, I didn't read the first post in detail. I thought you meant the first time smoking. I didn't get high. Oh well. Read it anyway, because I wrote it all and stuff and it would be rude not to.


It was spring but it felt like summer.

Myself and a friend of myselve's (mine) (henceforth known as the Mexican) stayed in town after school instead of taking the bus back to the Boonies.
We went to Subway, where we saw one of our good friends, who happens to be a super-stoner.
After chowing down and hanging out for a while, the most recent addition to our trio asked us if we wanted to smoke a joint.
We had been talking about it for a while, and now it was really going to happen.

So we went back behind the local mall.
I remember the sun glaring down on us, so we went around the corner.
He cracks out a well rolled spliff from a baggie of two and proceeds to light up.
After the first couple of passes I learn that (of course) I'm not inhaling properly. The next thing I know I'm on the ground coughing like the little girl I one day aspire to be.
"Heh. Heh. Virgin lungs." the experienced toker teases.
A few more passes and the Jay is finished. The Mexican suggests so eloquently that we light up that second marijuana-stick.
"Really?" says the guy, surprised.

So anyway FAST FORWARD a few minutes.

I didn't get high. I suppose the Mexican did, or he was just being paranoid (more likely). Well, we were walking to the local skate park to do some BMXing when the Mexican's FATHER drives by.
I'm like "Haha! Mexico, your dad just drove by!"
And he's all like "No fucking way. Not funny."
A few more minutes of quibbling about the presence of his father, when we meet him in the parking lot up ahead.

"No. No! I can't do this!" says the Mexican.
So I do the talking without problem (I'm an acquaintance of his father, we get along good making fun of him and how he's Mexican (Everyone else in his family is white as a sheet, so we call him Mexican because... he looks Mexican. No offense, my Mexican friends. (Okay, the word "Mexican" is starting to lose all meaning.))).
It turns out that the Mexican's mother told the father to pick us up since he was going to be in town.
I told him that we needed to get a project done at school, and I'd get my Mom to pick us up (as the Mexican hides behind the StoneMaster).
We continue our quest to the BMX park where we spend a couple hours.
I call my mom to pick us up, and she does so woefully.
The ride home was quiet.

Vagina.

Domiko Reviewed by Domiko on 01-13-2007. 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

[Antihero867]

Haha thats a pretty good story. Well heres mine.

Well first of all, I would like to say that i diddnt start blazin because of peer pressure. I started to blaze because i was always hatin on potheads. And one day i finally thought to myself, why am i hatin on something that i know nothing about. So i talked to my friend at school and he said that he would get me high. So after school one day, my friend copped a half 8th of some of the flamest shit in town and we rolled up the whole think into a blunt. I got baked out of my mind. I drove him home. Surprisingly i drove very good for getting blazed for the first time. And then i went over to my other friends house. And some weird shit happened. When i was walking up the stairs to his appt. it felt like i had walked up 50 stairs. that stairway is only 19 stairs. So i thought that it was kinda funny. And then when i was talking to him i had been telling this long story and then in the middle of it my mind just went blank. and to this day i dont remember what i was taking about. Well everything was a little hazy for a while and i left his house. I had stopped by mcdondalds earlier before i went to my friends house but forgot about it. When i left i went by wendys After that i went home to eat it. All i remember after that was that i lied down on my bed and started eating my burger. I took about 2 bites of it and fell asleep. When i woke up my meal was gone. I guess i ate it. Well anyways my mcdondalds sat in my car until the next morning when i got in it to drive to school. It smelled fucking horrible. But i laughed about it.

And that day i realized that all this time i was hatin on potheads for doing nothing. Weed is more natural than beer. It is harmless. It doesn't have any potential for overdosing either. My life diddnt go down the tube after that either. It just simply started moving in a different direction. And even though some things have gone wrong i wouldn't do anything differently if i had the chance. Because Weed doesn't ruin lives. Bad choices do. And as long as you know right from wrong. Then thain smoking weed is just fine.

[slipknotpsycho]

i'll keep it short-ish... it's nothing really fancy

my 13th birthday (yup, on my 13th birthday i got the greatest gift ever, an introduction to mary jane.) after some thought, and curiosity, i asked a friend if he would be able to get weed, cuz i wanted to try it.. (i honestly didn't know he smoked it) and he said 'yeah, c'mon i'll take you to a friends house right now' so we go, and it's this sexy as fuck chick, i later found out she was 23 and she was a stripper! so we put on some music (korn's follow the leader cd) and she rolls up a joint (lol she had just started learning how and she sucked at it, i mean they were smokable, but her rolling only put about 3/4 of an inch of weed in the middle, the rest all fell out and she had to poke it all in) and when it comes to me, i turn it down... cuz it was early in the day and i didn't want my grandma to know... i was scared.. my friend makes me feel like complete shit for it.. and the chick is like 'hey leave him alone <name> if he doesn't want to smoke he doesn't have to' and she winked at me and smiled... so i end up going home... few hours later, when i know my grandma will be going to bed soon, and our house will be darker (the house we had at that time always had shit-poor lighting...) i call him up, and tell him to meet me at the drive way to his apartments.. i get there and i'm like, ok dude i'm ready, any chance you can get her to smoke again? he says ' i'm not taking you if you're gonna pussy out like that again' and i tell him i'm not, and explain how i'm afraid of being caught by my grandma and remind him of how dark my house gets at night... so he takes me up to her apartment and we go in, they had just lit a joint... so he laughs and says 'he wants to smoke now' so she's like really? cool! sit down... and it goes around, goes to my friend, he coughs out his fucking hit like a little bitch (if i could go back i woulda made HIM feel like shit, i mean i understand you're going to cough, but you shoulda seen him, he nearly puked, he was gasping for air and his face was red lol) and it comes to me, at this point i had been smoking cigs for 7 years, so i have a pretty damn good idea of how to smoke, they told me how to smoke (not thinking i was a smoker) and i told them how long i'd been smoking, and they're like 'ok this isn't like cigs you have to hold the smoke in for it to work' so i'm like cool... so i start hitting it... most beautiful taste ever.. i mean i became instantly infatuated with it... couple more rounds and the joint is finished (6 people smoking i believe) and i'm fucking flying higher then nasa could go.. lol i shoulda been like in another galaxy... then comes the parts i hated... if i could go back i woulda slapped myself and told me to sit the fuck down... but i get up, and start chasing these 3 mother fucking flies in the house... they're laughing at me... lol... i didn't feel bad though.. those flies were pissing me off, they kept landing on me... and it lands on the floor... right next to the baby (yes there was a baby in the room.. i would personally never do that -now- becasue of my morals, but back then i guess you could say i didn't really know better... anyways i swat the fly (and finally kill one! ) but it was 'relatively' close to the baby (who was just sitting there by the way, not like he'd accidently run into it, i still had my wits about me) about 6 inches away from him, then they all start (except for my friend) freaking out on me "you almost hit him! blah blah blah" i tried to tell them i was well aware of what i was doing, and if i thought there was a risk i coulda hit him, i wouldn't have swatted the fly... they always hated me after that and wouldn't let me come back anymore...

a side note on the baby thing, they even got him high... looking back on it... it kinda makes me sick..

[pixel]

i wish i remembered. it was in the summer going into eigth grade. we all baked my friends toolshed and sat in his hot tub. we were lifting each other up cause it felt like u were going WAY WAY up in the sky to the moon. it was fun as hell but i dont remember details.

[AustinMan]

Sorry to hear about all that man.

But we all got those problems I guess...

ONTO MY FIRST TIME WITH SOME GANGA!
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Well first off I like got really interested like 3 years ago, I dont know why but I must have just felt like being a rebel or something. I then talked my buddy into doing it with me, we then told his brother we needed a so called "Dime". I had no idea what it was, all I knew was I wanted to get high.

So a week later I get the "Dime" it was like 2 smalls bowls and we smoked it out of a Aluminum Pipe I made... We smoked right next door in plain view of houses but we didnt care, I remember asking like a million times if I was high, then I eventually found out I was high. We then thought we had the munchy's so we went inside. We were acting insane, my buddy was eating a banana and it was all over the floor and he was laughing with it falling out of his mouth. Me and his brother started kicking him and saying funny stuff trying to get him to laugh his ass off... lets put it this way.. it worked.

But other then that everything is a blur, as I started smoking pot ALOT more often. :rastasmoke: :stoned:

[HempRopePlusThree]

What cool stories!

My first time was in freshman year of high school, a week before spring break, a small town in Iowa. My friend convinced me I should smoke some weed so at around midnight him, another friend, and I bought a g of what turned out to be "blueberry" weed. I smoked in his room which had this really fucked-up cieling that tilted in all directions, and another friend had drawn a big face of a sun on one of the walls. Anyways, I was like "no I don't feel anything guys", then a few minutes later I was laughing uncontrollably, so much so I fell on the floor and my sides started hurting, but I couldn't stop laughing. I seem to remember compulsively moving about and eventually staring at a big plastic coin i found for a few years. Finally I got really hungry and ate the most delicous microwaved frozen pumpkin pie i'd ever had. The next day at school I swear I still felt high as fuck!

[Jesta]

Last year, a few weeks before Christmas I decided I would give weed one more try. I had smoked weed many times before, but it just didn't seem to work out for me. I really just wanted to feel what it was like. So I ask one of my friends to get some from his cousin and within a few days he did. It was friday so right after school me and my other friend (who pitched in to buy the bag) went to his house and we just kept smoken. We smoked so much and it was so snowy outside. I went in the house lied on the couch and said wow still nothing. Then boom it hit me and the rest is history.