I don't remember the date of when I first got laid but I do remember the first day I met the sweet maryjane and my life went uphill from there. So here's my story [quote name='"jordanflight420"'] So I started smoking on may 25th 2006 (going on 7 years) The day Bradley from sublime died. I didn't smoke but my cousin did and I listened to sublime at the time and wrote a report on the band so I knew when he died. I was like bradly died today 10 years ago its a better reason to smoke than hitlers birthday. So every year I have skipped 420 till this year. My 420 is 525. Haha felt the need to share. How about you?
I was 14 (2006) and one of my newly made friends I made when I was a freshmen in HS offered me to smoke a joint with him when we were walking home.
I was 11 lol but my life has turned out great so don't think I'm some burnt out nobody from dazed and confused lmao
I couldn't even tell you specifics because I have shitty memory, not to mention I was probably stoned out of my mind.
When I was 31 years old. I was back home in Texas for my Grandmother's funeral and I told my dad and brother I wanted to smoke with them. I was always that guy who just never did anything. I wasn't opposed to vices (though I was religious for a time), but I just never had a lot of interest. I didn't start drinking until I was 23, and I've only ever been drunk once. I actually enjoy the buzz of alcohol, and I wanted to be older to enjoy it maturely. It's the same thing with pot. I'm glad I wasn't a teenager when I started smoking, because I would have never learned to use it as a tool to better myself. I would have just used it as a light "party" drug like a lot of people I know, or as a dependency like others I know.
i was 17. it was the first day of school. one of my friends offered to go smoke weed and i was like why not? smoked all my grade 12 year then quit for a year after that and started smoking again about 2 months ago. i just count my overall experience as a year though.
The summer between eighth and ninth grades. My best friend and I played D&D with her older brother's group, and when somebody busted a joint out, no one really thought it was a big deal for us to take a couple of hits.
I was 14, day before my 15th birthday, on a Sunday, during a thunderstorm, in a baseball dugout. EDIT: my best friend's dad passed a day after this.
I was 13 or 14, im 19 now. I remember that shit like it was yesterday. Me and a buddy of mine were riding bikes around our apartment.complex, looking for cigarettes to steal off peoples porches. We.knew this dude, ill call him L, that was a few years older than us that sold bud. Dude was the steriotypical.grunge stoner, long hair, pants always sagged, faded & torn, never wore a shirt. So we figured he'd give us a few sigs. So we ride up to L's house, knock on buddy mans window and he tells us to climb in to chill for a minute. Dude hands my buddy the bowl, he rips it, then it was my turn. Of course i was using the carb all ass backwards, and i choked a bunch, but fuck, it was my first experience with joowana smoke. We chilled for a minute, talked about music, got our cigs, then proceeded to dip out the window we had climbed thru. Now all that probably happened over 10-15 minutes, and the few hits i got hadnt taken affect yet. Well me and my buddy were just cruising on the bikes for a minute. We ride pass this dude pulling something out of his trunk and he turned and says hi to us. At that exact moment, the dope took affect. A huge grin came onto my face that i couldnt get rid of for the life of me. My buddy had smoked onece or twice, but he still got pretty ripped, not as fuck as i was though. we rode around on our Huffy's till the high wore out. Goshdarnit, i wish i could still get that high. And goddammit, i spent too much time writing this