It's all starts around freshman year… that's how it started with me and I've been doing it for 10 months now Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum You must be 18 to be a member here - ICGreen
Sorry to revive, but I wanted to share my experience. I appreciate anyone who's willing to read my lengthy and detailed story! It was my sophomore year, and my only drug use prior had been a one time use of another weaker substance. I was curious to try it, so I got this one kid to sell me a $20, but at the time, I didn't know how much I should have gotten, so I ended up getting less than a nick. I was none the wiser, and I was excited, so I didn't complain. When my parents finally fell asleep that night at 12, I carved out an apple pipe and went into my second garage. I sat on some SUV seats that were removed from the truck and packed a pretty fat bowl for a beginner--half a thumbs-size. I put on some music and started to rip, using all the techniques and tips others have told me about inhaling, holding the smoke in, and pressing out the bowl after you've taken your hit. I blazed right through the whole bowl in about 45 seconds. No effect. Two minutes later, I thought I must have been sold some fake product since I didn't even feel a thing (which now I think was pretty funny since I was actually sold a nug of dank). I decided to use the last of my reserves: the other half-thumb size that was left when I broke off the first bowl. I took a hit, then another, and another, and I finally decided to give up. I thought I must have been one of those people who just didn't feel it their first time. When I stood up, a deep wave of confusion, euphoria, body melting, panic, and vision distortion rushed over my body. These waves were synchronizing to the swell of the music I was listening to. I was officially in space, and this was nothing like spice. I thought I was hallucinating when I heard cow noises, which to this day I don't know if I actually did hallucinate that badly or not. I stood there for what seemed like ten minutes (but only turned out to be literally five seconds), got lost in thought, then looked down in surprise when I noticed my apple pipe, pill bottle, and lighter all sitting out in the open. I picked up the bowl, which was only half-killed, and chucked it into an evergreen bush, pocketed my pill bottle and lighter, grabbed my phone and spit to try and rid my breath of the smoky smell. As I walked back inside through the garage doors, I was in panic that I was going to be loud and noisy just like I had been before when shitfaced. I was tripping out so hard that when I closed the door, the feint click was so quiet that I suddenly realized how purely fucking ridiculous I was being and laughed at myself. I drank some water from my bathroom sink then went into my room and locked the door. When I sat down at my computer, my vision would fall into whatever I was looking at--almost like the minimized effect you can get while having a fever hallucination or while using the computer for vastly prolonged times. At this point, no more than five minutes in, lag-vision and time skips started. I stared at the screen, observing each individual pixel, then snapped down to my hands which were involuntarily typing something. It was like my arms were a separate entity, which was amazing yet terrifying. My heart stopped when I heard a loud, tinny banging, eyes wide open, then cracked up laughing when I realized that I typed in Bob Marley's 'One Love' on YouTube. I sat there in pure euphoria, feeling the waves rush through my body. It was like the strongest hash I've ever smoked combined with the purest sativa to induce intense, roller coaster waves beating and tenderizing my muscles while still experiencing the psychological effects of time and vision distortion as well as spacing out. I sat there in pure euphoria as I nodded to One Love and uncontrollably twitched from the orgasmic-feeling butterflies I felt surge through the top of my abdomen to the very tips of my toes. I could get used to smoking weed. At this point, it suddenly hit me that I needed to eat. I needed to make myself something amazing. I dashed from my room into the kitchen, opening the fridge and beholding as it looked and felt like the opening of Heaven's gate; the sunbeams rotating around the appliance and the chill trying to tickle my body but the blanket of warmth stopping it. I snapped back to reality, looked around the fridge while my vision was skipping--almost as if life were in 3 frames per second. I snagged the peanut butter and the jelly jars and sprinted over to the bread basket, leaving the fridge open. I realized my destiny: I needed to make a 4-layer peanut butter and jelly sandwich. What felt like hours later, the forging was complete. I chomped into the beautiful creation. A new feeling hit me: the waves of pleasure in my body that I felt earlier, but all inside of my mouth. My salivary glands were ejaculating from the goodness. I wolfed it down within seconds, made my way back to the fridge, and chugged half a gallon of ice cold, fresh milk straight from the jug. I wiped my mouth, replaced the cap, closed the door, and ran back to my room. It had been about 30 minutes into the experience now, and I was starting to slightly but noticeably come down. I knew that I needed to do one last thing before I lost this feeling: masturbate vigorously (I'll spare you the details). I found some great porn on Motherless, spent about five minutes, then finally unleashed a nuclear explosion of an incredible, stomach-churning, radiating ecstasy of an orgasm. I'll sum it up: After the best feeling I've ever experienced, I decided to lay down on my bed while listening to a jungle reggae mix. Memory was hazy after this point, but I spent at least 20 minutes enjoying the lingering feelings of both the jizz and the bud. I slowly drifted off into an amazingly deep sleep. I woke the next morning at 7:15 AM, 15 minutes before my clock went off. I was feeling COMPLETELY revitalized and full of energy with no hangover, ready to start my day with (metaphorically) the biggest smile I was capable of having. Like the night after losing your v-card, but with feeling completely re-energized and euphoric as well.
Thanks a bunch man, I really enjoyed writing it. Never really spoke or wrote about it, so it came from an untainted and unfiltered memory which is why it was so long.
Well here goes my story haha. Let's start with some background. Up until about 6 months ago I was completely against smoking. I didn't mind being around it (all of my friends have been smoking weed forever) but I was stupid and didn't really have a reason to be against it. I think it came mostly from just being told by my parents (and me being slightly religious) that it was baaaaaaaaad. After a long year of hanging out with all of my stoner friends. I told them I would try it when I turned 18. My birthday was on a Tuesday so my friend Andy says, "We will just get you started on Tuesday in case you don't get high your first time so that you can really get high on the weekend." Now, Andy knew that he was going to get me stoned as fuck that day but he just said that so that I wasn't afraid to do it. School was out and we headed to our friends house (who's parents didn't care if we smoked there) and the time had come. Of course Andy had a plan, he wanted to get me RIPPED. So what does he decide to do? Start me out on a grav, and this, was no normal grav. We called this baby the hammer grav. It was the same shape as a Gatorade bottle, but about double the size. We have a big group of friends and there was about 6 people watching me because they all knew this was it. I specifically remember my other friend saying to Andy, "I don't know if this is a good idea dude." And, "Maybe we should start him on something else." Andy's response, "it'll be fine dude." Andy pulled the grav for me. It was very milky and even a little yellow. Me, not knowing any better INHALED ALL OF IT. After about a 5 minute coughing fit and not being able to breathe I threw up. I stood there and Andy said, "you alright?" I told him I was ok and he told me to get up and take a few steps. As soon as I stood up I knew I was INSANELY high. Every single time I blinked it's like another frame went by and when I closed my eyes I could see CRAZY patterns. The rest of the day we just kinda chilled out. Ate food, listened to music, and just relaxed. So yea that's my story! Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
you are a very good writer! Your story was super enjoyable! Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
I don't even remember it too well, this was a long way back. First time ever, I had a pipe, I could not handle it at all. I was with two other friends in a construction site. One experienced, one who's never smoked.I coughed like crazy and every hit burnt my throat. my friends thought i'd be stoned out of my mind from the amount of hits i had, but i guess I wasn't too good at inhaling. I was at first disappointed because i thought that's as good as a high will get, I was very wrong. I did get high though, but definitely not as high as i get now. I felt like such a noob. I don't think I had a clue what i was doing. I had the munchies like crazy.. I felt like my eyes were closed or really red From then on i just kept smoking and smoking, learning and improving
Man I remember this way too clearly... So it was a couple months after my 14th birthday and my friend from like 5th grade asks me if I want to hang after school that day. Of course I say alright just thinking we're gonna be chilling. So it's after school and me and him are at his house and we call up my best friend of fucking years and then he calls up these two girls that (at the time) we thought were some bad mother fuckers. So the friend that invited me goes into his room and he says and I quote, "yo dude you ever smelled skunk?" and I walk over and that hit me like Hiroshima (no offense intended). He also pulls out his glass pipe and at the time I'm thinking this kid is legit wow. So we go into the bathroom with 5 people all sitting down and he gives me, a first timer, greens on a 4 inch glass pipe of skunk. Im nervous as hell and I take a hit and I already feel the buzz. I thought we'd have a bowl because that's what normal stoners do then they're done and eat food or something. Beginner me was wrong. Turns out we smoked 12 bowls that night and was up until 3 wandering our area. Best smoke sesh of my life. Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
It was only a couple months ago. I haven't done it since, but I am storing up a stash of weed and supplies, and waiting until after I get a job to try it again. (Don't want to risk failing a drug test!) My first (and only) time wasn't that great. My friend introduced it to me, and we smoked about 1/3 of a gram. (They're a tiny little thing, they don't need much to get high.) They got high, but I wasn't really able to. My friend thinks I just have a high tolerance to pot and need more than they do. All it really did was make me a little happier and make chips taste better. But I'm optimistic for my next time being better.
I was 14. All of my friends smoked. I was curious to know how it felt. I knew that my cousin smoked. I waited until the next time he came over and asked him what it felt like. The following conversation took place. <Him> "Words can't even begin to describe." <Me> "Damn." <Him> "Instead, I'll show you. I'll be right back." <He goes out to his car and comes back with a Tupperware container full of brownies. He takes one out and hands it to me.> <Him> "Take ONE BITE." I took the bite. My cousin took off after wrapping the rest of the brownie up in a napkin and leaving it on my bed. About an hour later, I started to feel it. I got giggly, and got hit with a hella bad case of munchies. I looked at the rest of the brownie and forgot that it was magic. I ate it. Thirty minutes later, in a rather anticlimactic turn of events, I simply passed out. I continue to smoke and ingest edibles to this day. Mostly edibles, though. I enjoy cooking and I enjoy weed. May as well kill two birds with one stone.
First time was when I was 19. Smoked a joint with some mates, and then decided to make an apple pipe. After we were nice and high, me and my friend decided to eat the apple (don't ask, I'm retarded) and proceed to have a threesome with another mate and a girl I'd known for a couple years. Went outside, had a smoke and went back and fucked a girl I then dated for 8 months... Those were the days, man Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
First time was probably my worst time cause of the stereotypical peer pressure. But it was in end of 7th grade beginning of 8th and I was with 3 other friends at his house and one of em rolled up a joint and we started smoking as I kept passing but after about 2 passes I gave in and smoked it. Afterwards I skated home and immediately jumped in the shower and used everything I could to get the smell off me. Needless to say peer pressure is not the way to go no matter what and I didn't get caught too. Now 3-4 years later I started back up and am loving every minute of it but have to stop again for Air Force drug testing. Other than that once I'm out I'm gunna get back at it. Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Forum
Lel, at school when I was a freshman, I bought sum weed from this dude who didn't know how to deal so I got 3 grams of dank for 10 and went about with my day. When I got home I waited for my parents to leave so I can smoke (this was my first time btw). After my parents leave I start to think about how to smoke this weed. So for some reason I go in the garage and I saw my dads bong grinder and lighter on the table and im like so I pack a bowl and fucked it up cause first time I inhaled I blew in the bong and my weed launched out and im like wtf. So I try again and did it right and learned how to inhale and "milk the chamber" cause I looked it up on Wikipedia. So I smoke 3 bowls and was blowed I was like holy shit and I sat down in this chair for like an hour without moving. After I got up I was still high af and walked around the house wondering what to do and my parents came home and I run to my room and fall asleep. That was my first time getting high.