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 . 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