Story time, with ddoublevision

'Afternoon GC I thought I would write a bit about my high school years. High school was many years ago and I feel like while those 4 years haven't been extremely exciting, I've been through alot and I think some of you may enjoy reading about it as much as I would enjoy sharing it with you all.


These stories are going to be about love, sex, introspection, depression, spiritual growth, lots of ganja smoking, and contemplation of my own life.

Please be considerate and respectful: If you don't enjoy my stories don't post your hate here. I am open to constructive criticism, as I am no professional writer.

All of the stories written here are 100% true, and I hope you like them. Anyway... onto the stories! Enjoy

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This is a story about my first time smoking the buds of the cannabis plant..

- The First Puff -

Ever since I went to elementary school, I've gone to the same schools with the same people, in the same small suburb in California. It wasn't until eighth grade where my parents moved to another city - West Covina, CA - where I was forced to switch to a brand new school and start over. I dread the first day of freshman year - when I got to school, I had to take some bullshit test and I took my damn time on it. I took 4+ hours because I didn't want to finish and go to class haha. Anyway, i spent most of my first few weeks of school alone. Hanging out in the bathroom during lunch, and being an all-around loner.

As time went by, I met new friends and created new relationships with the people around me. This is when my first taste of the california dank was born. I became close with the one of the "popular" girls, and I eventually began hanging out with the so called 'gangsters'. One day one of them says to me "yo, I got that sour diesel. Hit me up if you want any". Being the curious kid I was I went home that night and googled the dangers of cannabis and was astounded with what I found. The next day, I promptly bought a gram of this so called sour diesel. We agreed to meet in the morning the next day before school.

I get to school, walk to the bathroom and nod at him as I walk by. Both of us are now inside and he goes into his backpack and takes out the biggest orange pill capsule I have seen to this day (it must have been able to hold at least a half ounce). He then sorts through various pill bottles and finds mine. He opens it up, gets out two fluffy nugs and hands them to me... without a bag or anything. I look at him astounded because I have the entire school day ahead of me and the bathroom already stunk incredibly of pot after only being in there a couple of minutes. I somehow found some plastic wrap and wrapped the nugs up and put them in my wallet, and went through the most nerve-wrecking school day I have ever been through.

That night I went home and made myself a lightbulb vaporizer; A very ghetto and presumably dangerous way to blaze up but I didn't care, I just wanted to get high.

I stay up until about 12am waiting for everyone to fall asleep and as the lights go out I take out my nugs and my "vaporizer" and begin to toke up. The lights were off, because if someone woke up I didn't want them to think I was still awake. I packed my weed and with the flick of the lighter began to inhale the thick smoke. The taste was so....unique. I actually kinda liked it. One hit, two hits, three hits... pack another bowl... I didn't know how much I was supposed to smoke so I smoked the whole nug. At this point my room was hotboxed and I was oblivious to the fact that the ganja smelled so much when smoked. I sit in the dark waiting for the drug to take effect... but nothing. Disappointed, I stand up to turn on the light and as the light flickers on my whole world morphed into super HD vision. I ran to the mirror and lone and behold, my eyes were nearly closed and they were blood red. I was stoned! I spent the remainder of the night playing with a kaleidoscope and listening to techno. I tried to get up to go to the bathroom, and I nearly fell while I was trying to pee..

Oddly enough, that guy that sold me weed had the BEST weed I've ever had, and he hooked it up incredibly fat. I wish I still stayed in contact with him..

The next few months of freshman year involved me buying my herb at school, and, because of my paranoia, getting a naive mexican buddy of mine named Argenis to hold my herb for the day so I don't get caught. I had promised him some weed if he accomplished the deed, as he had never smoked. Everytime I would meet up with him at the PE fields after school to collect my stash, and I would always be a dick and not give him any weed. After bugging me constantly about getting his "pay" nearly everyday, I went out to my front yard and collected some lavander buds and put them in a baggy. The next day I gave it to him and said it was some "purple kush".. he said he got so high he was seeing monsters in the closet, and he stayed up all night listening to a Bob Marley album he found in his basement. What a goofball.


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Next story will be about a relationship that developed late into eighth grade, with a very special girl. I'll also mention how I got caught by my dad, the severe consequences I had to endure for it, and my depression that soon followed. Oh, and also a little bit about how my dealer's incredibly hot girlfriend came onto me.

I will write more stories according to the feedback I get from you blades. If you liked it, leave a comment saying so. If not, leave a comment saying so. I appreciate all kinds of feedback.

Hope you enjoyed..... stay tuned

 

thanks dude! I also gave him oregano one time.. I created a ball of oregano stuck together with honey that resembled a nug lol. I even used a stem of the leaf. Haha I was a little asshole then, although not so much anymore.

 

soon my friend..

 

note: Real names have been changed, for my own personal reasons.

One day, I hopped on Facebook and saw I had a friend request from a "Pamela". Hmm.. the name sounds familiar.. oh yeah! I think I went to 6th grade with her! I sent her a message and we started talking. After a while she says she has to go but she gives me her number.. we talk nearly everyday, eventually leading to phonecalls that would last until the early hours of the morning. One day, jokingly, I asked her if she wanted to be my "internet girlfriend", to which she happily accepted. I hadn't intended for this to be taken seriously, but she did. She began to refer to me as a her boyfriend and even told me that she loved me. But oddly enough, this wasn't the usual "I love you", because I felt the same way about her. We bonded and shared interests and so many things.. I can't explain the feeling I got when I talked to her, but I'm sure some of you blades know exactly what I'm talking about. It's a feeling of profound happiness and joy.. a feeling unlike anything else. Although I was very young at the time, this was my first taste of what I believe was real love.

The rest of the eighth grade passed without incident. I continued to hotbox my room every morning and every night, until one day my dad paid me a visit. He walked into my room and said that he got a call from my school, telling him that I was a dealer.. he wanted to talk to me about it. So he questions me - I deny, deny, deny. He says he is working with a private investigator and I should just tell him the truth. So i admit I smoke bud, he also asks if I have any kilos in my room right now confused. He then says he knows for a fact I am involved with more drugs and to just go ahead and tell him now. I say no.. since all I did was smoke weed; not even deal or anything more than that. The whole time we were talking I was shaking violently and almost crying, because I was genuinely scared I would go to jail and I felt like a fucking heroine addict. My heart raced at a thousand beats per second, and this incident was the very first that set off a chain of anxiety-attacks that still plague me to this day..

The next day he checks up on me before going to work and says he is confident I could "recover" from this. I was extremely sketched to smoke or buy more weed, but I had arranged with my dealer to buy a bit of BHO. He didn't show up that day though (imagine how that would've went ). Eighth grade ended and the summer began.. I began to hear more and more talk about moving to Texas, because it was cheaper and much more "safe to raise kids". During a car ride home with my mom, she brings up the subject and asks what I think. I kept to myself and didn't say a word the whole trip home.. I knew that were moving now, and that this was a big mistake they were making.

A few weeks after that my parents confirm that we are moving. We rent a U-Haul and pack our things, and the 30-hour car drive from California to Texas began. We talked everyday, Pamela and I, up until we reached our destination. The night we got to Texas we stayed at one of my parent's friends house. Exhausted, I took a shower and got ready for bed. I got a text message from Pamela, simply stating "can you call me?" an odd feeling in my stomach was born, although I didn't know what it meant yet. I went to the bedroom and called her. I asked her what's up but her voice was odd, something was definitely wrong. She said she can't do this long distance thing, and that she's deeply sorry.

My heart sank, and I didn't know what to say. So i didn't say anything. "Jonathan please... say something" she kept repeating. But I didn't say anything - I didn't know WHAT to say. After trying to get me to talk several times, in tears she said "i'm sorry Jonathan... good night" and the phone hung up. I put the phone down and layed down on the bed. For a few minutes it was as if I was numb.. I felt no emotions at all. When it finally hit me after a few minutes I began to cry like I never have before. I felt empty, alone, and confused. Thoughts were racing but I didn't know how to handle them. The thought that I wouldn't have anyone to say goodnight to anymore made me afraid.

That night I fell asleep like a baby. It's a good thing, too. Because in the few months that were to come sleep was going to be scarce.