How were you 1st introduced to weed?

i used to be antidrug i was brainwarshed about weed from my mom and dad, not bad though just enough to know that it was a drug..but in 6th grade i met my best friend and he asked me if i wanted to smoke and i said yeah..but i smoked with my neighbor before that but didnt get high....so i didnt care..we go the weed from him.i have never quite since then i thought about it but i didnt..!!!

 

it was some time during 6th grade and i was staying at my friends house and our friend carl called and asked if we wanted to come chill.so we paid $7 for a taxie to go over there.so we get there and he had another kid over there,they asked us if we wanted to smoke and me and the two friends i was with were like hell yeah,carl pulled out a water bong and needless to say we smoked.....like 6 bowls out of it and you know how some ppl dont get high when they first smoke...not me.....i was fucked up and carl was shootin all of us with a bb gun .........................................................then i woke up the next morning on a bench in front of sears............wouldnt have traded my first time for anything in the world

 

hahaha......good times lol

 

I was a junior in high school and didn't know much about weed. My friends kept pressuring me so one day I went over to my friends to smoke. He had a home made smoking thing (I can't classify it as anything. It was a 2 liter sprite bottle with a bowl on the side made out of a shampoo bottle top and some foil over it. Now that I think about it, that must have been horrible on my lungs) and we smoked 5 bowls of dirt-ass weed. I didn't get high because I didn't figure out how to inhale right until the last bowl. I got high the second time I smoked, and I was drunk, so I was glued to a chair and didn't move for an hour.

 

i dont even remember lol

 

i have to think hard about when I actually started but the first time I got high I was like 8.

My step sister was babysitting with her friends and she asked me if i wanted to go for a ride. so she piles me in with her friends in an old school beetle. And we begin to ride around town, I dont even realize what they were doing at the time, I just thought the car was smokey from their Cigs and that I wanted a 3 muskateer. Wasnt til afterwards that she told me they were "hot boxing" and that i had been stoned. She told me that she took me so I wouldnt tell my mom. Roughly 10 years later I sat down and smoked my first J with my mom.

I started regularly smoking my summer before 8th grade. It was funny, one day I came home from smoking 2 blunts with 3 friends, I am stressing about reeking of pot (at the time my mom didnt know I smoked). I walk in to find my mom and our neighbor passing a joint. I just kinda laughed and walked to my room and turned on some Floyd. Ahhh HS was the good days.

 

my first time i smoked was before i even knew what pot was..haha my brother and one of his friends made a popcan pipe and i hit out of that a bit and didnt get high (i was maybe 10 years old)..and a few weeks later we hotboxed my brothers escort and damn i got high haha

 

great story.. we got a 10 year old high once.

A while back, me and a few other people were at this girls house. She had a little brother who would actually smoke cigarettes and he was following us around. I was rolling a j and he looked at the pile of green and goes "is that pot?" sounding very interested. I said yea and he began begging to let him try some so we let him take a few hits later when we were smokin it. He ran around and said he was really high a bunch of times.

 

7th grade

My best friends step dad is a complete stoner.. wakes up, smokes, eats breakfast, smokes, smokes on the way to work, works, smokes on the way back home, smokes at home for the rest of the day.. its a vicious cycle i know anyways.. they went out of town for the night and me and him had a "sleepover/party" mind you we're 7th graders at the time.. anyways we start playing a drinking game and get very drunk off of tequilla and vodka so we go searching through the house trying to find something intresting and low and behold we find the key to his dad's shed ( which contains.. everything) so we're freaking out because theres computers in there, more alcohal, cigs, cigars, and weed YAY!! we're so excited.. anyways we get in there and are having a complete blast when 3 of the 4 of us started to smoke cigs the 4 person lets call him J.. didn't want to smoke because he's christian and w/e and blah blah blah i forget :| we get through about 3 packs in an hour and we keep trying to get J to smoke when finally our other friend.. T says.. "Hey.. isn't there weed in here? im kind of getting tired of smoking cigs" me and M agree so we start looking around and we find a huge box of what i now know is swag but at that moment it looked like gods gift to us so we decide to try it out and it was a big dissapointment now that i look at it..(didn't get high at all) however it was fun pretending to get stoned with friends. but from then on we started smoking occasionally and it has now led to me and M blazin daily..hmm sorry for the ramble but im very faded


PnL

 

first time just got asked over AIM if i wanted to chill with a few peeps and smoke, so i did. got picked up about 15 minutes later with a few people i used to chill with back in middle school (was in 11th then) so it was like old times. we ran around the city for a little pickin up the rest of stoners totaling 6 of us. blasting tunes and cram packed into my friends little car we go around to an industrial, park, and they bust a home made bong... we start smokin and im pretty anxious to get the feeling because i knew from the start i was going to love this shit. the first time i smelt it i loved it, i knew it was going to be a fun night. my friends were like "do you feel it do you feel it?" then was like "nah how long does it take" and one of em goes "haha you'll know when yer high". fast forward a few bowls later, when it's just me and two others tokin (the other 3 were gettin outsmoked by me =o i knew i was destined to be a true stoner at that very moment) and im startin to real ease up just feelin like mellow, not anxious whatsoever anymore. then it phases me. im startin to zone out and not know what the FUCK my friends are saying, like they were talking gibberish and everything was going too fast for my mind to take in all at once. of course i still laughed at everything even though i didnt know what was up though since i had massive giggles. also one of the few days i've ever had strobe lightin.. i will never forget those days.


havent smoked in almost 2 months now and this is the first real break i've ever had from weed... im goin BACK to those first times this time i am prepared with a glass bong instead of a homemade one... one more week to go... and im flyin

 

My step-dad was a pothead (not a stoner), so I've been exposed to weed since I was 6. Actually, my bio dad smoked too, so I've probably been around weed since before I was born.

I didn't smoke for the first time until I was 14, though.

 

first time i really smoked was sr year, in the summer, i needed a job so i didnt b4 that, once i got one, that night i went to see harold and kumar with my friends, oh man was it sweet, i was giggling like a little girl the whole time. damn that day was sweet, we smoked like 2 bowls b4 the movie one after, and one on the way back from wendys. great times. and wen i came home i thought my rents wud flip if i smelled, later i found out they didnt care, which is sweet. ne ways thats my story and im stickin to it.

 

i found out my sister smoked when i was in 5th grade (she had people over when my mom went out of town, and they just smoked in the house) and i asked her about it and she told me the truth. i thought it was sorta sketchy and just kinda planned on doing it in college. when i was in 7th grade my cousin came over who was sorta friends with my sister, well not really but they talked to each other and they knew each other smoked, and he was this like ghetto ass trailer trash guy from baltimore. (2 years later he became a herion addict, and a year after that he went to jail) and i came downstairs when they were rolling a blunt together and they asked if i wanted to take a hit. so i took a hit and went upstairs and didnt feel anything. a week after i went to my friends house and it was him, his neighbor, and i and we were watching a cheech and chong movie on tv. we started talking about smoking and being high and whatever and he showed me his brothers stash, it was two pipes, already packed, and he said lets smoke it. so my friend and i went out to hit it (the neighbor didnt want to, we didnt want to peer pressure) and we have no idea what were doing. for the first bowl we didnt even hold down the carb, and we each hit it like 20 times, well we didnt get high, and thats how i got introduced

 

in college, my friends were like..let's get high, so I was like, ok and so we like went on the roof and used a gravity bong..shit was mad stupid!

 

When I was 11 I found my mom's stash and went wild.

 

I was in my friends car (we were going to see sin city) it was me, and 3 other people...well, i took 3 massive hits (didn't really know better) and i remember when we were parked, i leaned my head against the window and thought to myself "man this shit isn't doing anything". Well, right as i said that, it felt like my legs dissapeared and i heard a loud ass bass thump...(no bass was playing or anything)

Then i started thinking about a conversation that I just had with the girl in the car, and realized i had no recolection of actually having the conversation...it was pretty weird, and is still really hard to explain.

Then i went to see sin city, had pretzel bites and was never so amazed.