I was 14 years old, I had been curious to try weed for a while now and was ready. I spoke to this guy in my year who said was basically the years dealer ( let's call him b) I gave him five quid and agreed to meet on Friday, I spoke to some of my other friends who have brought from him and they said he rips everyone off. So I tried to get my cash back but he refused. I was sitting next to my friend in science and I asked him if he wanted to smoke weed with me on Friday, he agreed and gave me five quid, we spoke to the other dealer in our year and brought another fiver worth of weed. So Friday comes about and I told my dad that me and my friend were going to get a haircut after school. After school me and my friend go to his house and play Xbox for a bit. At around 3 we decide to go to the park. Their we see some friends at the park who we chill with for an hour. I got a text from the dealer that he had the stuff and to meet him . So we went over to him and saw him sitting with a bunch of people rolling a joint. He gives us our weed and so does the other dealer. We go to this shed in the park and the guy lights a blunt, he offers it around and I took a hit and burst out coughing. My lungs were on fire, blunts are really harsh. I wasn't feeling anything at this point, I sat down and took my joint, lit it and took a few puffs. I passed it around and tools a few more puffs. This is where things get intense. There's a gang of thugs in our school and I the group of friends I often hang out with has serious beef with them( they beat my friend up for no reason) and they pretty much hate me. So they come over and the leader, a huge fat asshole comes into the shed and starts slapping us about. He looks at the dealer and demands 10 pounds because apparently he ripped of his sister( who's in our year). I was feeling shaky and light headed but I contributed this to fear and adrenaline. The guy left to my relief and I took two more puffs. I stood up and was blown away by and instant wave of highness. I could barely stand so I immediately sat back down. Everyone else was talking and I was totally in my own world, my phone rang and it was my dad, I started getting super panicky and answered the phone, my dad asked where I was and I said the park. He told me to come back soon because it was late. So I begin to walk to the bus stop in the town and was super paranoid. I felt like everyone was watching me and knew I was high. I went into the shop to get some gum and deodorant and literally stood at the counter staring at the guy for 5 minutes, I paid for the stuff and went to the bus stop, it was terrible on the bus. I dropped my Oyster card and couldn't pick it up, in the end some man helped me, I think he knew I was high because he gave me a knowing smile. I got of the bus and walked to my house( almost walking through traffic several times). I stepped inside my house and ran into my room. My dad instantly called out " why have you been spraying deodorant" I was was just like " oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit" so he calls me over and looks me in the eye and says " you're stoned". I just kept looking at him for a long time, to high to comprehend what was happening. Eventually he didn't tell my mum (what a lad) and grounded me for 3 weeks. Anyone else had an interesting first time experience?
It's like ancient English money or something I've never really understood. I think that's the same unit of currency in Narnia.
I was 14, and had always been curious about cannabis/drugs in general. One night, I was chillin on Xbox live with one of the homies (let's call him T) and I asked him if he had ever smoked weed, to which he confessed he had tried it twice. I asked him if he could get me some, and to my surprise, he said yes. So I told my brother about it (we're very close in age) and he also wanted to try it. So the weekend came, and we finally got some. I smelled it and it smelled like skunk! Anyway, we snuck out of my house at around 1 am. It was me, my brother, T, and another friend C. My brother and T walked to the gas station to get some drinks while me and C walked to the predetermined sesh spot in the woods. After about 20 mins, my bro and T finally show up. Since T was the "expert" he rolled the joints. We were all under 18 at the time so nobody could buy papers so we had to make due with parchment paper. The joints were shitty and skinny and needed to be re lot every time and it was freezing outside. So we smoke, and I wasn't sure if I was feeling it. But by the time we left the spot and got under the street lamps, I felt like my face was 2 feet ahead of the rest of me. I was tripping hard and so were the homies lol. Good times
I did not know anything about it or how to roll so I dumped a half oz of Reggie in a piece of newspaper.Twisted it up into a giant joint and smoked a quarter of it while standing beside a bonfire.I got so high as fuck I gave it away the next day to a classmate! A week later I got an oz and started smoking regularly. Age 14 at time.
I was probably 12 at the time, knew absolutely nothing about weed other than what it was, but the moment I crossed upon my dads massive stash, I knew what I was gonna do immediately. I quickly stash one of the many rolled up baggies in my pocket, probably contained about a quarter ounce of some poorly trimmed nugs. I went to a spot in the woods and stashed the weed, then walked over to my friends a couple houses down the street. I told him about my findings and he suggested that we take a rolling paper from his older sisters room, so we did so. Now, neither of us new how to roll, but I'd be damned if I wasn't gonna try! We got to the spot in the woods, and I ripped up some of the weed into small chunks and placed them down the length of the paper end to end, I didn't even grind the weed properly! I did my best to roll up the joint properly and failed miserably, so we end up smoking this twisted pregnant worm-looking joint of nugs thing. And surprisingly it burned all the way down! Roughly of course but it damn sure did the trick, we were both fucking BLAZED!! We decide it's time to head back as it was quite late, while walking home I would close my eyes and feel like I was teleporting, shit was so intense. I got home loved life for the rest of the night! Repeated the process the next day, and continued to this very day. Being 19 now I am much more experienced, but looking back on old times is so fun. Damn..
don't remember my very first time smoking weed all I can remember is how shitty I was at hitting the bong lol
My first time was before a legion dance. Me and three other guys pitched in on 4 joints. One for each of us. And went down to the train tracks and graveyard in our town. We were about 14 and this was good shit. Still can't find something to match it. Anyways we sparked up while walking on the tracks and puffed. Then we went to get some Pepsi. As we were walking to the store my one friend speaks out "I feel like I'm walking on sunshine" and we lose our shit. I was counting out change for the Pepsi and it was the most fucked up thing. It was distorted and the coins looked the same and I felt like it took me 10 minutes. We went to the dance and everyone instantly seen our eyes. We were so baked we thought our eyes glowed lol. Good times