1st time memories

06thenewsummeroflove · Sep 17, 2006

MouthfullOfCavities said:

the first time i ever smoked was when i was thirteen and it was thanksgiving weekend. my three friends and i were walking down the road late at night and it was freezing! mind you the community we live in is very very small and very very much so in the boonies so there realy isnt much to do except do drugs, drink booze and listen to rock n' roll. we were walking down to the lake and my friend pulled out an oil joint that he had gotten from his parents and sparked it. he offered it to me and i was like "ok" and i've been smoking since! it's quite a fond memory for me because it was the first night i ever really hung out with those three people and from then on they have been my best friends. so it's a memory we all share together.
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Awwww that sounds like some half baked shit. im gonna assume your\ four are gonna have some wild times when you get older.
as a heads up tell your friends to stay away from police horses.

TopNotchStoner · Sep 17, 2006

06thenewsummeroflove said:

as a heads up tell your friends to stay away from police horses.
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Yeah, especially diabetic police horses.

JGroeling · Sep 17, 2006

Wow, its pretty cool reading all the stories that people have posted, this thread kinda took off well. Always interested in hearing more, so keep posting if you please.

StonerBill · Sep 18, 2006

JGroeling said:

I finally smoked for the first time on Thursday with some friends, I had an interesting experience and I was curious how other people's first marijuana experience went.

my story...
My best friend (who has experimented with many drugs in the past) has been telling me that if I wanted to smoke, let her know and she'll smoke with me. So finally last week I was like,"I want to give it a try". She called up another friend of mine who supplies many other people I know and got a gram of low quality stuff (I dont think I would've realized the difference anyway)

So this Thursday we were chilling out with another friend of mine and decided to pick up a bowl.(Thurs because we didn't have work or classes early the next day so we could do whatever) we got back to her place and Yoshi pulled out some rolling paper and used a little less than half a gram to roll a joint, which we smoked. I coughed once or twice but not bad, after we finished off the joint, none of us were really feeling anything so we decided to pack the bowl with what was left and smoke that.

After explaining that I had to cover the hole on the side, inhale and then release to get the smoke in, I got into it. After about two solid hits my vision started to feel a little funny when I was focusing on something, but I think that may have been because I forgot to bring the holder for my contacts so they were still in my eyes. Anyway, after about 4 hits each, my friends were both like, were at a pleasant high.

Me not knowing yet where to peak or whatever I kept smoking until I'd killed it. I kinda sat there for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of weightlessness in my head and extra weight in my legs and arms. Then I layed back on the bed and let my eyes close, with my eyes closed I saw all these cool geometric patterns morphing and rolling into one another, almost like looking through two identical kaleidascopes at once while they constantly change and form into other things. Then for some reason I thought it would be neat to see that without the light of the room affecting it, so I put my hands over my closed eyes and also covered my ears for good measure. The hum of bloodflow resounding in my ears and the darkness turned into this pattern of deep blues and black and the hum made me feel as though I was in the depths of the ocean watching some bizarre ritualistic dance of fish. (note: I was always conscious of my body and never unable to control myself, this is just the best way I can describe what I experienced)

After about 10 minutes, they nudged me to make sure I was awake and Yoshi suggested we all try to draw (all artists) so I pulled out my sketchbook. At first I was going to just draw something like I normally would, but I decided because my arm felt so drawn on its own, that I would let my arm just flow. So I set the pen to paper and just let my hand start going around in circles and lines and creating all these random shapes. It was especially enjoyable because very often the lines I was drawing would look like there was a flash of color in them. almost like a very toned down light show.

I continued to let my hand flow and as the lines got darker the spaces inside of them started to resemble images (note: I used to scribble and try to pick images out of it when I was younger as a creative excersize, not unlike looking at clouds and figuring out what they resemble) I kept going over things and the images would change and form into other images. At one point my friends were like, "are you ok?" because I was so zoned inton what was occuring on the paper that I was being a little anti-social. I assured them I was fine, that I was just enjoying myself in what was on the page. After about half an hour from start to finish of just going over and over things the page resembled an oil spill, deeo deep black with interwoven webs and twisting forms over the few spots where grey and occasional white spots, could be seen.

After once again re-assuring my friends that I was alright I explained what I had been doing, and told them that I used to do something like this when I was younger just not to such an extreme. We sat and watched cartoon network for a little while and snacked on some chips (although I did not get the munchies I was so expecting) Yoshi left to go get some sleep, and my other friend made me stay for another couple hours just so she could make sure that I was no longer high. She explained that I had smoked ALOT compared to what shes ever seen anyone smoke and was a little worried that I wasn't in the right state of mind for a walk to the subway. But after explaining again that I was okay and just experimenting with how I was affected she was comforted.

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All in all I enjoyed the experience and plan to smoke again, but I'm setting a 2x per month limit on myself for a few reasons. Which include school, work, and money not to mention other things, but thanks for reading and hopefully others will post their experiences as well
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thascool man, when i was young i did that activity too, and this correlates to my visual experience when stoned - zoning out while looking at all the interpretations of the visual stimuli.

jean_genie · Sep 18, 2006

hhmm my first time was at strawberry fair 2005, this hippie festival thing every year where i live.. (i love it more than xmas, by far ^^ lol) anyway we baked pot brownies, something like an eighth in a batch of 12? or batch of 24? im not sure i wasnt too involved with the cooking.. im not renowned for my culinary skills heh

anyway i ate mine an hour before everyone ate theres..

so 2 hours later im shouting at my mates telling them im floating and that im really baked, which they dont believe because they had another hour til theirs kicked in, then i cant remember, then sitting on the grass listening to the bands, then more stuff i cant remember, then walking around, then more chunks of no memory.. something to do with wine, no memory, circus tent.. that was fucked up lol.. then more no memory, and then.. well then i dont remember much except running around laughing then i was in bed

all in all

an intense, but fun day

Hyphy · Sep 18, 2006

1st time I blew trees I was in 6th grade. me and my sahas were at the end of the field at school tryna blow a blunt. anyways, we got snitched out and were suspended and had to go to in school drug rehab. at was boo boo but, introduced me to the num num tweeds. remember 5 sacks? I sure do.

TopNotchStoner · Sep 18, 2006

jean_genie said:

hhmm my first time was at strawberry fair 2005, this hippie festival thing every year where i live.. (i love it more than xmas, by far ^^ lol) anyway we baked pot brownies, something like an eighth in a batch of 12? or batch of 24? im not sure i wasnt too involved with the cooking.. im not renowned for my culinary skills heh

anyway i ate mine an hour before everyone ate theres..

so 2 hours later im shouting at my mates telling them im floating and that im really baked, which they dont believe because they had another hour til theirs kicked in, then i cant remember, then sitting on the grass listening to the bands, then more stuff i cant remember, then walking around, then more chunks of no memory.. something to do with wine, no memory, circus tent.. that was fucked up lol.. then more no memory, and then.. well then i dont remember much except running around laughing then i was in bed

all in all

an intense, but fun day
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hahaha that was just funny

MouthfullOfCavities · Sep 18, 2006

yeah man me and those three people have shared the last 5 years of our lives doing crazzzzyyyy shit.. there's these houses down by kinda where we live and there like right in a row...were gunna buy them when we get old and live together forever... and raise kids together and shit.....wow this sounds like the outsiders or something...but seriously, they're the three people who could map me out..yay!
wait..what horses..actually we did get chased by a horse one night it was fucked!

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