For my 1st time ever yesterday I experienced the wonderful effects of marijuana. I was going to be meeting up with a friend in San Francisco and we were going to walk over to Hippie Hill and he was going to show me the ropes. Anyways, my friend ended up getting the flu/fever yesterday, so he didn't come, and I ended up going to the 4/20 fest by myself. It was incredible, there were thousands of people blazing up on the hill and just having a good time. There were a ton of stands where people were selling all sort sorts of smoking accessories and bud, joints, blunts, weed-laced chili dogs, brownies, cookies, rice krispies, lollipops, ice cream, caramels, any edible you could imagine. There were a ton of cops there but they weren't even doing anything, and I even saw one blaze up himself! That's SF for you. I ended up buying some brownies and cookies, a glass pipe and 1/8 of purp kush. Then a group of people started sharing their blunt with me, and I took a couple of hits, but I really didn't feel anything (yet). I was really eager to experience what marijuana felt like, so I decided to eat a brownie and a cookie, but still I felt nothing. I started walking around waiting to feel something but then I noticed my mouth was getting EXTREMELY dry so I bought a huge ass bottle of water and downed the whole thing. Then it was all weird and dream like after that. I never really noticed the transition from soberness to being high. I just all of a sudden realized, "Hey...so this is what it's like to be high on marijuana." Everything was in super slow motion and it felt like I was floating. Sometimes things looked like it was a stop-motion film. I noticed things I would have never noticed before and all colors, tastes, and sounds were extremely vivid and crystal clear. it felt like I was in a lucid dream, but I was fully aware that I was dreaming (if that makes any sense). I just started walking around and going with the flow, without really having any destination. It felt like the world wasn't 100% real, and sometimes it felt like my soul was going to completely leave my body and the physical world. It was amazing, but then I started to freak out because I had been walking around Golden Gate park for what seemed like hours on end, but when I look at my watch only 3 minutes had past. I started to get paranoid thinking, "what if I never get out of this dream-like slo-mo state!" Also my short term memory was really bad. I remember I would reach into my purse to get something out, but then I had already forgotten what exactly I wanted to get. On top of that, I started sweating buckets. Eventually I was able to calm myself down and I got myself to a bus stop so I could return back to school in time for my evening class. Then this guy started trying to start up a conversation with me. It was all so fuzzy and it felt like I couldn't speak but I could at the same time. I started getting paranoid and thought he might be an undercover cop. He asked for my number and asked me to take off my sunglasses so he could see my eyes (which made me even more paranoid). Luckily the bus came and I felt really relieved because I could finally get this guy off my hands. After the bus dropped me off at the BART station and hopped on the train. I remember puking on the train...I don't even know if it happened or not, but I think I did hahaha. I just like puked 3 times, right there in front of all the passengers and then I just walked off like nothing happened. It's amazing how MJ changes your mood/way of thinking. If I had puked on the train while sober, I would've been pretty embarassed. But while high, I didn't give a fuck. I remember thinking, "Man...I'm glad that's out." So after puking on Bart, I caught another bus to school, and while I was on that bus I accidentally dropped my pipe in front of everyone. This made me even more paranoid so I picked it up and ran to the back of the bus and sat down, pulled my hood over, and pretended to sleep. I remember thinking, "I hope I don't run into anyone I know, because I think it's obvious that I'm really baked." I actually did end up falling asleep and had to take another bus back to school because the bus had gone too far. So anyways after I got to school, I stumbled into the cafeteria and bought a huge ass plate of chicken tamales, rice, beans, sour cream an salsa and ate it all. Then I went to the student lounge and sat down because I still had 20 min. until class started. I ended up falling asleep again, and was an hour late to class, in which I ended up falling asleep in there as well. What I learned: If if it's your first time with MJ, please make sure you have someone you know and trust by your side and there with you while you're high. Someone to kind of guide you, because honestly I did way too much pot for my first time (it was still somewhat enjoyable) but I had no idea what the effects would be like, or just how powerful pot REALLY is, even though I did a ton of research beforehand. Just make sure your with someone who is experienced.
Dude... Shut the fuck up. It was her first time, clearly she had no idea how potent they would be. She enjoyed it and that's all that matters. Next time just smoke a joint to the point where you're comfortable, if your throwing up from edibles, chance is you've had a little more than you could handle.
And your only adding to it..obviously he/she is telling everybody it was their first time...i will bet that you acted like a idiot the first couple times u were high..be respectful! Gtfo
1. There is no "set" amount, everyone has varying tolerances. When ingesting weed (especially for the first few times) it is very easy to become uncomfortably high. 2. San Francisco's 4/20 edibles are notoriously strong, especially for events like such. 3. It was her very first time, I don't give a fuck how much research you do. If you didn't make the brownies yourself and you've never had one let alone ever tried marijuana before it would be extremely hard to judge exactly how much you need to get you where you want to be. 4. She never said she was doing anything to help legalization so I don't know what the fuck your talking about. 5. By being an asshole to newcomers do you think your giving stoners any better of a rep than you claim she is? 6. You clearly enjoy making yourself look like an immature asshole; learn some grammar, and add some new words to your vocabulary. Please No Name Calling....You See a Post or Thread You Find Offensive Please Report it...We'll Take Care of it....Thanks For Understanding!!! **unoit**
I agree, being a jerk to a newcomer is not the way to go. Give advice, explain the ins and outs as well as how to be responsible but do not chase them into the anti MJ crowd by being asses to them.
I agree as well. I mean I smoke for me. not for other people. So I say forget the haters, smoke on blazers, and keep it hazy.
I don't know about you but my first experience going to a Medical Marijuana Clinic and going through the State required process of obtaining a Medical Marijuana Card didn't go the way I expected it to. After doing hours of what I thought was fair due diligence on the new laws and regulations pertaining to obtaining an MMC I finally decided to give it a go, seeking a professional and friendly clinic that would not only have its own Dr. on site but also include the option of purchasing MM from their dispensary/care giver. After locating their website I simply filled out some brief information to schedule an appointment. With in minutes I received a phone call from the clinic. The caller identified himself belonging to the clinic and asked if an appointment with their Dr. for the upcoming Saturday at 9:15 A.M. would work for me, I quickly agreed and the very professional sounding young man said he would email me with a confirmation of the appointment and include directions to the clinic. Again, with in a few short minutes an email with all the information as said. Directions were great, took me right in front of the address. Although it was downtown Denver I had little worries having spent my entire life in Colorado. The only difficult part getting there was this set of wheels that are permanently attached to my ass got stuck in the street gutter ice crossing the damn street. Reach the door to the clinic and rang the bell as instructed and waited about 30 seconds before a grizzly looking guy with a smile opened the door to the four or five of us who were waiting outside while the sweet aroma of freshly smoked MM drifted about the doorway. The front office, if you want to call it one, was small in size but had the high ceilings that most of the old Victorian buildings do downtown, nice and quaint. A diverse collection of people from different parts of Colorado quietly chatted about the tightly cramped front office trying to shield their eyes from the morning sun that was shining brightly through the large windows and directly into the entire area. There were people/patients standing about due to the limited space and chairs. I felt very cramped and stuffy, not the place for those who suffer from tight quarters or anxiety problems. I noticed it was organized kayos among those running the show. With repeated instructions on how to fill out the paper work by several mid to late twenty year old gentlemen wearing dress slacks and ties. Finally, my turn to see the Dr., I was led to a small waiting area the size of a large closet and as dark as one. In five minutes I was led to another door where the Dr. himself sat behind a very small desk that looked like you could pick up at your local five and dime store for $10. He asked what my main health issues were so I showed him my blackened lower right leg that has me taking two hundred milligrams of morphine every single day for nine years now. He said he recognized my problem and was familiar to the treatments I had received which saved my right leg from amputation but left me with a life of unbearable pain, thus my seeking a better method of treatment and my entire reasoning for being at the clinic. He actually said to me, “OK, I'll just sign here and keep this copy for my records and there you go, all doneâ€. It took longer for me to get my wheelchair in that tiny, tiny closet converted into the Dr.s office than it did to be evaluated. Hell, I was still telling him about my problems when he looked at me and said he was done and I was approved for the use of MM. I was like, wha, wha, what, thats it? “Yes Sir†he replied, “thats itâ€. Wow! I'm approved, now what? I was asked if I wanted to visit their dispensary. Sure why not, thats why I'm here right. Well, in another very small room and just as dimly lit as the Dr.s exam room. One rather tall lawyer looking guy welcomed me to the dispensary and started showing me the only two strains of MM they had and while I looked and marveled at seeing and smelling such quality MM the lawyer type guy explained that by purchasing more in quantity the price drops so I thought what the heck, give me an ounce of the Indica and a half once of the Sativa strain. I about shit my pants when he said the total $550 total and that was with a 25% discount for signing their guy up as my caregiver. So I asked about the 25% and he said yes, thats with the discount. So that tells me the total without discount was $735 for an ounce and a half plus the $160 for the Dr. and his so called exam. What a frickin rip off, on the street I could purchase the same amount for less than $500. So I tried to email the clinic to have them explain to me why I paid so much. They never replied. I called the office only to get an answering machine saying they were busy and to leave a message and they would get back to me. Well, after several messages left and several emails I have yet to receive a call back or reply. Very frustrated, feel taken for a fool and am pissed off at how this clinic is conducting their business and taking advantage of people who desperately need MM to help with their ailments. This clinic and my experience with them is exactly what we don't need in MM reform or the industry. The only good thing about my experience was the quality of MM I purchased, it works to ease my pain levels and has allowed me to taper off the morphine under my pain specialists guidance. How Was Your First Experience With A Medical Marijuana Clinic? Tell me about it.