Highest youve ever been?

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  1. My story goes a bit like this...


    The highest ive ever been was probably one of the best and shortest nights of my life. It was probably about 2-3 years ago, I was 14 I think. I was at home at like 12:00, my parents were asleep. My friend Trent texts me to come burn one with him, let me describe Trent for a second.


    Trent has always been my only older friend, most of my friends are my age (So at the time they were like 13-14) and up until a couple years ago my hook ups were usually all mid's me being young and all. But whenever I would smoke with him I would always get fucking baked, him naturally having better weed than I ever got. For some reason or another hes always gravitated towards a younger groups of friends, and that is why hes known for getting alot of my friends "high as fuck" for their first time, because hes older.


    Anyways, he says he will come pick me up and of course I agree. He rolls up later to pick me up and I sneak out my window, telling me were going to go hotbox his truck in his backyard. (By the way, I live in Arkansas, so imagine Trent as a strange hybrid between Cheech and a redneck, he has an Afro) We pull up get into his broken-down truck sitting in his backyard and he pulls out some dank, I don't remember what it was or what it looked like, it was dark and this was a long time ago. No bongs, dabs or crazy pieces, just a slightly-larger-than-normal pipe: The best kind of high as fuck.


    So were in his truck about 5 bowls deep, the only light is the full moon shining through the windshield (All you stoners know how much better smoking at night is). Air is non-existent in the cab at this point, I can no longer see my friend due to my chink eyes and the smoke. Only too see a hand emerge from the clouds to hand me the bowl, I distinctly remember laughing alot at this point.


    We cut it off at about 8 bowls and head inside to his house. Im not suppose to be there at this time and his mom is asleep, so in case she walks in I end up sitting behind his chair on a pillow and he lays on his bed where I can still see him. He gets up to go get some shit from the kitchen and im left alone with my thoughts. At this point im so high im kind of jittery and I close my eyes and I can distinctly remember a rave-like image. Just a bunch of colorful shapes bouncing around my vision, I open my eyes a realize that im gone, at the complete mercy of the world. This high I can only describe as my mind being slow and fast at the same time, I start one thought in my head and I can't finish it because its immediately cut off by another.


    Trent comes back in with some snacks and he looks behind the chair for a sec to ask when im trying to go home. He leans his head slightly over the chair to ask, so when I look up to respond I can't see his mouth or nose, all I see are his blood red eyes and his bigass afro. I nearly crack up but explain im trying to chill for a little bit longer, I end up talking to him for a few minutes while hes in complete silence just looking at his eyes. Eventually I stop and wait for a response, in return he looks at me for a second and smiles (I can't see his mouth but I know he is) then he asks "What?" At this point my lungs haven't recovered enough from my bigass hits to ensure that the laughter wasn't painful.


    We chill out for about another hour, but unfortunately from some reason he takes me home. I honestly don't remember why I but I got home and had the greatest sleep of my life. I can still say to this day that's the highest ive ever been, and I've managed to achieve highs similar to that maybe 2 or 3 times sense then. I have other stories that make me laugh more than this.
     
  2. On what drug
     
  3. Higher then you'll ever be.
     
  4. A really, really long time ago...In a land far, far away from here I sat across from Injun as we lit our first bowl of White Widow.


    Then I woke up in the front yard missing my pants. Literally took one hit and I was gone.[​IMG]

     
  5. you got to be 18 to post in this forum. 14 + 2 or 3 = 16 or 17. Go edit your post and remove your age or the clues that give it away.


    this one time...in band camp...
     
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