The Astrovan Chronicles (First Time Smoker)

[Astrovan]

(Disclaimer: This is my first post on the Grasscity.com forums, so in advance Im going to deeply apologize for any rule-breaking or general idiotishness I do henceforce- don't think me purposefully ignorant, I looked over the forum rules, and couldn't decide where exactly to put this- Absolute Beginners looked right at first, but thats under the "Growers" subforum... and I dont grow. I thought about "Introduce Yourself", but figured this was more of a request of knowledge. So, here it is, in all its stupid glory...)

Hey guys, I recently got high a couple times over this past weekend, and wanted to write down my thoughts, experiences, questions, and reflections recently afterward, as I've always looked forward to getting high and really wanted to look back on the experience.

(This is probably going to be really long and disorganized, Im sorry, I just dont know where to begin, so I'll begin here)

Last Friday, on 4/20, I had my usual friends over to chill, play games, drive around, get fast food, that sort of thing. To give you some background, the friends are:

Tim (Hadn't smoke weed in a year or a year and a half, smokes cigarettes occasionally)
Angela (Tim's semi-ex girlfriend- hadn't smoked weed in about the same time as Tim, says she disapproves of it but she usually mellows out once she finally does get high. Doesn't smoke cigarettes, hates them.)
Tom (Tim's younger brother, pretty scared of weed and cigarettes- buys into the scare-campaigns. Sheepish guy)
Jon ( Used to smoke weed a while ago, but hasnt lately)
Mirza (Used to smoke weed a while ago too, but hasnt lately)
Steve (This kid always looks so high its ridiculous. His eyes are like, made red and shut. Hes funny as hell and is a bit quiet but really big on weed- smokes cigarettes)
Elvis (Steve's best friend, alot like Steve- gets high all the time- smokes cigarettes- tends to peer pressure people, but its actually meant well)

Anyway on Friday I finally decided to just give in and get high with them for the first time in my life. I was a little nervous, but not about the high. I've always been very liberal with my views on marijauana and have sincerely and seriously supported legalization, even though I never smoked it before.

You see, I was actually really nervous about just screwing up- I was worried I'd mess up and blow all the weed on the floor, or drop the joint, or break it, etc.

But alls good

So somepoint around 5, or 6, elvis asked me if I wanted to go out to steve's van and get high with them (We call his van the Astrovan- its actually an Aerostar, but one time Steve or Elvis or someone was blazed to stupidity and call it the Astrovan, and its stuck ever since- ) So Me, Elvis, Steve, Tim, and Angela all went out to the Astrovan- Mirza is a slightly antisocial sometimes, so he stayed behind and played counter-strike- Jon hadnt come over yet and Tom chickened out.

We walked down the street, and got inside the van. I felt really safe for some reason, crouched on the floor of the van- I've got good memories with that van, and even though the windows arent even slightly tinted, it felt like nobody could see us- it was actually pretty cozy.

So Elvis is rolling the joint on Steve's trig book- I thought that was funny for some reason, getting weed in between the pages- it would suck if Steve got busted like that.

Tim asked to see Steve's glass piece, and steve pointed by the cupholders and Tim got it out. Tim kind of huddled in the corner and pretty much hit the pipe and finished it by himself. He was really quiet for most of the time. I cant even remember how Angela got high- on one hand she might have shared with Tim, but they tend to fight over stupid stuff, so she might have hit the joint- I dont really remember

Anyway, Elvis and Steve passed it once or twice and it was my turn. I gripped it in the middle with my pointy finger and thumb and put it to my lips- I made a concentrated effort to exhale before I took the joint, because way back in the day I had a habit of not dragging right off cigarettes- I'd suck rather than inhale, if that makes sense- it was almost like I was trying to drink through a straw rather than take in air, if that makes sense. Anyway, I made a concerted effort to inhale the weed, not suck it, and I think I got it right- I felt it enter my lungs, a kind of warm fluffy feeling. I held the joint away- I could tell Elvis and Steve were watching me. I did the reactive inhales afterward a few times, you know? Like, breathing in even more, like trying to keep it down, almost? Not sure how to describe it. Anyway, Elvis encouraged me and said something encouraging like "my boy! hes inhaling!" I remember passing the joint to someone, probably Steve. I finally exhaled after Im not sure how long- probably at least 4, 5, ish seconds, maybe anywhere up to 10. I let it out a bit quick. I coughed not too hard, just a bit for a few times. It wasnt too great- I was really just embarassed more than anything else. I remember the taste of what I'd assume was either the weed or rolling paper in my mouth. It wasnt that great. I remember looking at the floor and coughing a little bit more, and feeling slightly sick to my stomach- enough to notice, but I wasnt anywhere near throwing up or anything.

Anyway, I passed on any more hits, as my 1st one was a bit big and I was still coughing a bit. Tim finished up and we all got outside of the Astrovan and went down the street, into this sort of big field that I dont even know who owns. Theres a few trees there that we hide behind. Elvis Steve and Tim wanted a cigarette afterward, but I passed and Angela refused. As we were walking down to the field I tried having a conversation with Tim, just an idle conversation, I dont even know what I was trying to say, I think it was about the VATech Shooter (May the victim's souls rest in peace). Now I can be pretty argumenative when I want to be- I wouldnt say its a great trait, but more of a lawyer-like view on things- I reflect, take the devil's advocate position, play both sides of the story- even argue moot points or stupid things that I forget about afterward- and the funny thing is, its never serious- its just a funny pointless debate. I also tend to use analogies with EVERYTHING.

So when Im thinking like this, I hold images, thoughts in my mind, almost like at Subway, where you look at what you want and you tell the guy what you want. Well as I was walking down the street, I remember seeing these things in my mind, like Subway, but I... I couldnt choose. Its the hardest thing to describe- I'd mentally "pick up" an idea, go to run with it... and I would just clog up, I couldn't even begin to express my words... all my ideas just seemed so great, I didnt know where to begin. I'd try really hard to stick with one, but then would just stutter and stall with Tim. He was looking at me, trying not to laugh- I knew he was laughing because I must have started to feel the effects- I didnt think it'd be that soon, or that subtle. I just remember thinking "man, all these points are so great, where do I start"? Finally as we got to the tree I just told Tim "we'd take it up another time". I also remember walking down the street and feeling very detatched physically, my limbs didnt feel exactly numb... just... woozily. It was very strange.

Anyway we got to the tree, they smoked their cigarettes, I passed. I remember a few cases of paranoia getting me- I'd look around the tree, and see nothing, and then flip out and double-take and nothing was there either time. I especially remember looking at the Astrovan and nearly shitting myself- its big scary headlights- it freaked me out, it looked so close, like it knew we were there- even though we had just come from it- it was like it moved on its own.

I was still coughing a bit so I took out some gum and chewed it a bit- that seemed to help the slight stomach wooziness and coughing a bit. I remember squatting down and just chilling by the ground for a while. We eventually got up and went back to my house. I still remember the woozy funny limbs thing as we went up to the house.

Inside, Elvis and Tom started playing World of Warcraft (I've got a 3 comp LAN set up in my room, and we're big WoW and Counter-Strike players) And Mirza was playing Counter-strike... I remember Steve was sitting on a chair next to Elvis watching him play.

Angela Tim and I squeezed onto my couch- its small but so comfortable.

And thats when I think the high really hit me.

I dont know how it started, but everything just became so... damn... FUNNY. I'd look over at Angela, who was being really quiet, with her red looking eyes (because I'd never seen her high before) and it was just so funny! I'd just look over, try not to laugh, BURST out laughing, she'd look over at me, try to act confused or annoyed, burst out laughing, and I would laugh and laugh until I nearly choked. Even worse, Tim would start laughing too and I just couldnt stop as long as someone else was, it was absolutely crazy.

Sadly I cant even remember everything from this perioid, as I was in tears from laughing so much. Everything was just HYSTERICAL. I remember my voice got high pitched and I'd laugh at the weirdest things.. my thought process was very erratic, but still surprisingly good, The best description I can come up with is at one point I tried calling Steve by his nickname, Frank (Which came about from Elvis and Steve smoking once upon a time). My mind said: "That is Steve" and I was like, "Im going to call him Frank", and then I went to say Frank, but my mouth said Steve, and my brain said Frank. It was really weird. A couple times there'd I'd juggle thoughts in my mind, and end up randomly choosing one and going with it... but I cant actually remember coming to that decision... its so hard to describe, it was almost like inside my head was like all my body parts and I was one of them, my.. personality almost, and we had to come to a decision on things like a commitee. Very hard to describe, I know I sound like an idiot right now. I wont be so dumb to say as that I couldn't control what I was thinking, but it was almost like I'd come to a conclusion before it happened.

My limbs were still woozily.

I remember at one point Elvis offered me his Visine, and I went into the bathroom to put the drops in, and I absolutely lost it. This I remeber with clarity- I remember going to put them in ( I dont suck at putting drops in, I wear contacts and am good with my eyes) and TOTALLY screwing up, I mean I like hit the left side of my face like 2 inches below my eye, and I just started cracking up it was so funny. And then suddenly, I came to this realization, it like DAWNED on me. I actually said outloud, to myself, "Elvis wouldn't want me spilling his Visine... it'd be like, a river of tears". and then I stopped myself, and like TIME stopped, and I remember thinking: RIVER OF TEARS! and I said outloud, again, pretty much to myself "A RIVER OF TEARS! THAT WOULD BE LIKE THE INDIANS! WE CANT HAVE THAT!" and I couldnt even take it, I just fell to the floor and laughed and laughed until I nearly peed on myself, it was just hysterical. I couldn't even begin to describe the feeling of slaphappy stupid joy I had at this witty idea. A RIVER OF TEARS!

I eventually realized that I couldnt put these drops in if my life depended it and gave the visine back to Elvis. Elvis and Steve were laughing at/with me during this ordeal, and Tom looked at me like I was half nuts, half hysterical.


Anyway, much of this perioid was a blur, but I can summarize it with alot of laughing. I remember stopping a couple times and randomly looking at someone and apologizing, I'd say man, I am so sorry, I didnt mean this to happen. And then burst out laughing- I remember watching myself, almost in the third person, thinking "my GOD what an idiot Im being, but this is just so FUNNY!" Everyone seemed cool with it though.

I dont know when, but eventually Angela and Tim went back to Angela's house for a little while, for what we essentially summarize as friends /w benefits meeting. After they left I didnt laugh quite as bad, because tim and angela werent right next to me- I'd still laugh if I talked with Elvis or Steve, but they're pretty mellow, except for outbursts.

Anyway, at one point elvis and steve went to go back to the field or a cigarette, and Jon arrived. Elvis was playing my world of warcraft character out in the middle of what was essentially a battlefield. Tom wanted me to take over and help him kill this guy who was killing us- Im pretty good with my character- I remember playing him... my reaction time was slowed, and I wasnt playing that hot, but I do remember it being really funny and we did actually end up winning- I was able to do most of the important actions well.

At some point I remember going in the other half of the house to get some sodas and grab my wallet to order some pizza- my mom said hi and I think I handled myself pretty well- but her gaze, it was like she was looking right through me, it was so unnerving. She didnt say anything though- Im not sure if she even knows about 4/20, shes older and kind of eccentric.

Anyway I eventually calmed down a bit and seemed to come off the high- although I remember sitting next to Tom and playing WoW- I kept trying to tell him I was fine, but I'd burst out laughing everytime I tried- even though I was getting better- it was the challenge of not laughing that made it all the worse.

Eventually I was able to say it seriously and was essentially back to my normal self.. I couldnt even begin to tell what kind of time elapses we're talking here, but I'd guess we headed out to the astrovan at 5:30ish and I was fine by 8 maybe. These are wild numbers.

Although I failed to mention it, I also had the following effects:

Cottonmouth, pretty much after the cigarette break on- didnt really bother me, the gum, and later soda, made it just fine.

Continued Paranoia: After we came inside I wasnt too bad about thinking the cops were coming or anything, although I was terrified my mother would come in and I would screw it up. However I noticed my reaction time was slightly slowed and I almost deveoped a smaller-scale paranoia from it- Tom would reach to hand me a pencil, and I'd not see it, then suddenly WHAM the whole thing was there, pencil, arm, just WHOOSH time would go WOOSH and I'd see it, and it was almost like he like stabbed at me with it, he didnt of course, but I just saw things more slowly like that so it'd be so fast and I'd like jump back and be like WHOA dude chill out. Kind of funny actually lol

Eyes: My eyes got a little red, although not crazily. I could kind of feel them almost... drying out though, it was kind of funny. Not painful or annoying though.

Crazy Heartbeat: I noticed a few times that my heartbeat was really fast- however I read somewhere once that thats pretty normal, especially for beginners, and to just chill out and realize its nothing. That website was really helpful, and one of the few and only guides for beginners I'd even found, and I think that the heartbeat thing would have freaked me out alot more if it werent for that.

One thing I'd also like to mention is I dont think I experienced the munchies once. Im really lightweight, have a fast metabolism, and usually dont eat alot (Dont know if this would effect it, just throwing stuff out there.) I also ate a little mcdonalds before we got high. I just really dont remember being hungry at any point. I ate a little pizza but not much and wasnt crazy about wanting to eat.

All in all I'd have to say the whole experience was one of the most fun of my entire life. You guys are truly blessed people to have experienced this. It was really a blast. The only negatives I can really find were the slight coughing fits were a bit annoying.



Later that night (When it was much darker) Me, Steve, Jon, Elvis, Tim, and Angela all went back to the field and had some more. This time we all used Steve's glass piece, and I had never used one before.. they tried talking me through how to use it.. it was a bit hard to understand... they showed me the uhh... what was it... flow release or something like that? They told me to put my thumb over it and release it when I wanted the high, it was like building it up and then getting it after a second. The second time I took a hit they told me ( a bit late ) that for a bigger hit you actually should have your thumb OFF that little release, and then its alot weaker if you have your thumb on it. Now, I figured that holding your thumb ON it was like trapping it, and that by taking it off you're freeing it into your lungs, but I apparently dont understand the design, so I tried alternating taking my thumb off and on it, but it was about the same. Steve and Elvis managed to think some werewolf or homeless people or something stupid came off a train that came by, and somehow managed to scare her and piss her off for the rest of the session. Tim tried comforting her. I found this pretty funny, but I would have found it pretty funny high or not too. Jon didnt get high, which kind of surprised me.

Anyway we went back to my house and I didnt really feel it. I laughed a little big easier at some things and was a little laid back, but didnt really experience the same carefree the-world-is-great-and-everything-in-it-is-funny feeling I was hoping I'd get again. To be fair the bowl seemed pretty cashed and I wasnt really hitting it right. I'm 99% it was the same weed


I got tired later that night and ended up lying down on my bed and semi-napped until everyone had to leave. I felt fine as I went to sleep.



The next day Elvis, Steve, and Jon came over again. Later in the day Elvis asked me if I wanted to get high again. I said sure, if you dont mind me bumming your weed, he said its cool you're with me. Jon stayed behind and kept playing WoW, and I told him to tell my mom we were going to walk to elvis'es house, and she doesnt even know where that is. Pretty bad excuse, but whatever.

We went down to the Field again and Elvis pulled out another joint. This time I took 2 hits- they wanted me to take more but I didnt think I could handle it- I burnt my throat on one or both of the hits, not sure. I coughed again, it isnt a TERRIBLE cough, but its at least a little noticable. I remember feeling much more sick to my stomach this time and had to squat down by the grass again. Elvis asked me if I was alright and I took a piece of gum from him.

The gum helped ALOT and helped take care of the cottonmouth/burnt throat/ etc.

I was a little paranoid, and at one point this guy, maybe mid twenties, late twenties drives up on this WEIRD thing, it was like, an armor plated low to the ground red motorcycle, like, it was like a cross between a tank, a motorcycle, and like... 2 wheeled 4 wheeler... that doesnt make sense.. whatever

It was weird.

So he was driving up and I remember freaking out but actually being surprisingly calm, I was just like oh no, here comes a guy, oh jeez, thats not good at all.

Steve had what little was left of the joint and threw it in the grass. Elvis kept saying to steve to take out a cigarette. I remember thinking he was crazy in my mind, I was like, dude, a cigarettes not going to help, this dude is gonna be heated and they didnt have their IDs on them (Elvis is short and looks alot younger than he is) Although now that I look back it was actually pretty smart.

but he ended up driving by on this thing, and his daughter, who couldnt have been more than like, 5 was riding on the back. He seemed pretty friendly and said "hey guys!" and drove by. We all kind of belatedely gave this really awkward goofy "heys" although we were friendly, just shocked. I thought the guy was gonna be heated, I felt so bad for acting like a punk in front of his daughter. But he seemed cool, he either SOMEHOW didnt realize it ( and how obvious is that, 3 teenage guys out in some abandoned field with lighters and I mean, jeez) or just didnt care.

I remember having kind of a strange paranoia when he first drove up... its hard to describe, I like hallucinated (because I couldnt tell what the thing he was on was) and thought it was a riding lawn mower. I remember thinking OH MY GOD THIS DUDE IS CUTTING HIS LAWN JESUS THIS IS HIS FIELD THIS LOOKS SO BAD. And it was really hard to realize that it wasnt a lawn mower.

Afterward we all laughed at the whole thing, especially my thinking it was a lawn mower.

We went back to the house. I remember my limbs feeling much more woozily this time, almost numb, but not the same feeling. Very detatched. I remember sitting down on the couch and just watching jon steve and elvis play, I laughed at things pretty easily, and was pretty mellowed out, but it was very different from my first time.

For one thing I was DETATCHED from myself. I remember wanting to get my soda, and thinking I should get my soda, and I watched this arm, my arm, like reach over, and pick up the soda, and bring it to my mouth, and it drank, but it was so DETATCHED, like I was almost like a puppetmaster using his puppet to drink for him, it was like a 3 second delay on everything I did. I remember just feeling weighted and very dumbfounded. I'd sit on the couch and just stare in wonderment, like whoa. The detatched "whoa" staring feeling lasted quite a long time.

Nothing else amazing worth noting, except

Not sure what my eye color was

No munchies

No real hysterical, impulsive, or random bursts of laughter, I'd laugh easier, but that was about it.


All in all it wasnt too bad, but the MEGA detatched feeling kind of creeped me out. There is NO WAY I could drive like that- my friends all say they can drive high and do all the time, but I personally cant say I could do it, I would be dead so fast. I was just gone.

I really preferred the first time getting high the most- I really liked the carefree enjoying of everything, and although I personally was a bit surprised by the way I was acting and felt a bit guilty, my friends all thanked me and said I was great. I believe they're being sincere and I really do want to achieve that state again.


Thats about it, I know its crazy long and I dont expect anyone to read all of it, much less even tiny bits of it. This was really something for me to look back on, maybe notes, maybe lessons learned, who knows. It really helped me summarize my thoughts and experiences. Maybe it will help a first time smoker get a better feel for what its like- I know that despite everything on the internet I still couldnt get an accurate first-hand experience feel for what it'd be like. Also, if anyone does attempt to read any of my garbage, give me your thoughts- what I was doing right, what I was doing wrong, what could have been done, what should have been done, how to improve my high, etc.


Thanks, and sorry for the mess

-john

[EP879]

Damn, this is a long post. I'm gonna have to go spark up before I read this one.

[somekid]

I didnt read all of it but i did read a good amount... but for future reference next time u dont have to tell us how many times u coughed or the different relationships between ur friends cause we dont know ur friends and that lil bit of exlpanation really wont help, But other than it being a fuckin essay i still enjoyed reading what i did because it made me think of my first times. Just so u know the reason u obviously wouldnt be able to drive is cause u dont have a tolerance. Your friends on the other hand do, and likely got like a 1/4 as high as you (or atleast the ones that smoke a lot did). This is why many people say that they can drive high or drive better high. The reason u didnt get high the second time is cause u didnt know how to work the bowl, but really its simple, just light it and hold the shotgun, then after a few seconds just release the hole and if u didnt get enuf smoke then keep on puffin.

Sounds like a real fun 420 tho and i hope u enjoy the rest of ur time here at grasscity and your many sessions in the future.

[theVirtuoso]

ahh, nice read. +rep for the long, descriptive story.

Props on getting high your first time, I can tell you had fun. I definitely miss my first high.

All that paranoia is normal, I still get it sometimes at school high like "they know" type of thing, just dont worry about it.

Hmm, as for driving high... not everyone can do it. Its VERY easy to some people, but some mess up. Just take the car out at night after smoking a little bit and relax, but make sure you FOCUS! that is the most important thing.

As for when you smoked out of the bowl, you probably just didnt get that good of hits, as for the J you took real big hits I suppose.

I know what you might enjoy, as I had a lot of fun when I did this:
After I had smoked about 10 times, and the high was just getting normal (i had been smoking bowls w/ friends and whatnot), what I did was get a J from a friend with just over a gram in it (a gram is about good) and smoke it all to yourself by yourself, then just chill, listen to some music, and focus all your thoughts around your high... how you feel, whats different, what music sounds better, what food tastes better (recently I picked up some ice cream i used to eat as a kid that used to be soo good. sober it was nasty now, but I ate it high and it tasted the way it did when i was a kid) and just basically concentrate on everything thats going on, can't really put it any other way. Make sure its a safe place/time and you wont have to worry about ANYONE coming by.

Im glad you enjoyed your first time, and honestly... not many people get to reexperience their first high, maybe you will be lucky enough to find that bud that will do it for you.

Enjoy the herb, my friend.

[m3tal]

Sounds like you have a chill posse. Thats a great 1st time story +rep.

[xgrandpubax]

hahahahaha dude that "river of tears" shit made me laugh my ass off, sounds exactly like something my friend would say

[rev0ltage]

at least he's not some dumbass 14-yo kid goin' 'I GOT SOOOOOOOOOOO HIGH!!!'

welcome to the other side, astrovan

[figgles]

VERY nice post man, explains your first time so well. Brings back memories for me *sniff*

[DJ Squiggly]

Originally Posted by rev0ltage

at least he's not some dumbass 14-yo kid goin' 'I GOT SOOOOOOOOOOO HIGH!!!'

welcome to the other side, astrovan

damn straight, i hate that!

but anywho, great story i read all of it and it jst made me feel good and look back on all the fun first few times i had. great times

[Astrovan]

Thanks for the feedback guys- I'm glad you were able to enjoy it, it was really a nice experience remembering it.

I'm already preparing for another Fridays worth of festivities and wanted to do whatever I could to enhance the experience, so if anyone can answer some questions I'd be really grateful:


*One of my biggest curiosities was the third time I smoked, on Saturday, with just Steve and Elvis. My stomach was more upset, and I remember the high being different in some ways- I was very dumbstruck, almost awed by everything- my movements and reaction time were slowed, and I was really just lying on the couch in wonderment. I was curious of this meant I smoked too MUCH weed (in comparison to the first time), too LITTLE, or something else? If social interaction is a stimulus, that too might have affected it- less people were over on Saturday, it was darker and later at night, and the people who were here were preoccupied and werent outright making me laugh-

Dont get me wrong, they werent IGNORING me, but they werent just chilling on the couch like Angela and Tim were the first time; one of us would laugh and then set up a ping-pong effect where we'd keep each other laughing by laughing.

Any way I can get closer to the first high would be my goal- I want to be carefree, relaxed, but enjoy myself and laugh and have a good time- I'd like a spirited silly night, if that makes sense. I'm not sure I'd like to just be stoned into stupidity.


* On a scale of 1-10, 1 being the least 10 being the greatest, how high would you say the first time I got high on friday, and the second time I got high on saturday were? I'm really just having trouble understanding these things in relation to each other- if that makes sense.

I'm really just trying to catalogue what happens, quasi-scientifically, so I can really understand, you know? I'm hoping to remember this coming friday well enough to record what happens.

* Also, how much should I put in? One thing I do NOT want to be is a moocher, if Elvis wants to smoke me out the first time thats cool, but past that, I want to pitch in my fair share? But how much? And also, how to work into paying it? I dont want to act rude or out of place, I just want to help pick up the tab, ya know?

* Also, would you guys recommend baking with marijuana? I know theres ALOT of writing on this subject, but I just wanted a few simple opinions- do you guys enjoy it? Is it easy to make, especially for a few teenage guys with poor culinary skills? Is the special-ingredient easy to hide?


Thats about all I can think of for the moment- any help or experience you guys can render I'd be really grateful for. Im actually starting to entertain the thought of, on a long-term scale, telling my mother what I'm doing and try convincing her of my views. Anyone gone through that? Any tips?

Thanks for anything/everything

-Astrovan

[TheMuteIsDead]

First of all, congrats on your new found activity. Hope your smoking career goes well.

To answer some of your questions, the first time you got high was probably a 7 or an 8. Most people say that the first time is the best, but you only took about 3 hits, so I'm sure you can get higher than that. Second, if you want to chip in some cash, start with around five bucks. I'm not sure about the prices in your area, but around here five bucks will get you enough weed to get 2 people pretty high (.25-.4 grams). As for how to get the money in there, just say, "Hey, thanks for smoking me up, here's something to help you out" or something like that. Don't be awkward about it, just give him a little cash. Third, I wouldn't recomend cooking with weed yet. When you eat weed, you get really high. It's like a whole new level of high. I'd say wait a few months before you start cooking weed and trying extraction methods and stuff. Lastly, don't tell your mom. That's just a bad idea unless you know she smokes too. Just play it safe and hide your smoking habits until you move out.

Also, if you want a really nice relaxed high, it has less to do with the actual smoking and more to do with your mindset. Just spend a few minutes getting into a good mood and then smoke some. Think of it as 60% mindset and 40% drug use. As long as you look at things with a positive spin, it will be magnified when you're high, but it also works the opposite way. If you get high and you're in a bad mood or something bad happens, things can be very scary and very depressing.

Basically, have fun, play safe, and chill out.

[MW3]

Sounds awesome dude.

Next time your high...LISTEN TO MUSIC!!! you will be dumbfounded

[t3h_f3rr3t]

read your story, sounds like you had a great time. apart from the sick feeling i guess. i have only smoked a few times myself so i can relate to what you are saying. i haven't tried baking with MJ, mainly because the last time i ate when i was high, i couldn't stop. didn't like that part. i normally buy my own, or chip in $5-10 if they are getting some. when i started though, i didn't have a glass pipe with carb or anything, i just had a small metal pipe, no carb, just simple pack and light combo. the metal heated up pretty fast, but it worked. im not sure i am experienced enough to say you should get one, just saying that it helped me get into smoking. i have gotten the hang of glass pipes now, and i own one, but i still love joints, so im trying to learn to roll those. all i can say is to keep learning, keep smoking, have fun.

[MuttMunchies]

I read your whole post astrovan, sounds like a great great first experience.

I will say, if you smoked a bit more your paranoia will dramatically decrease. Secondly, it really depends on the strain of the weed (some is uplifting, others more chilling/couch lock effect)..although i dont think your friend switched it probably

If you could try hitting a glass bong your next time you get high, i think you will feel the same effects as your first time if you take a fresh green bowl (not cashed)

Weed becomes great when you can control your high more. You can be high but still have really clear thoughts, but you can go to other places in your mind and really stray away from your normal thinking (habitual?) thought processes.

I find weed can inspire me artisticly, and academically ..and sometimes helps with writers block or new ideas

[bsays]

Welcome to the City! Read the post, loved it. Brings back lots of memories and may be helpful with some friends I'm trying to smoke up for their first times!

My advice would be to slowly increase your intake, like next time try three hits. Then four, and just see how you feel. But I will say I think you'll find the more you smoke the more you will enjoy it. I have never really experienced a ceiling where "oh no if you smoke anymore bad things will happen". In my experiences, the more the merrier!

Look forward to more posts from you in the future!