Sorry if there is already a tread about this, I couldn't find one.
As a newcomer to weed, and my first time being within a week ago, I wanna know what crazy shit you guys got up to when up there for the first time.
Me, my first time I smoked with my brother in-law and sister, they grow it, and from what I know its good quality. So my sister handed me the pipe, and the lighter, I lit it up and tok it in, I didn't cough at all and all my sister said was "im proud". One of the best nights of my life so far, tell me about your first smoke.
Pretty fucking insane. I remember walking off a wall and falling about four feet and not giving a shit. My friend greened out to fuck though, which was vaguely amusing.
Took me about five or six smokes to feel remotely near as good as my first time.
Custard creams + Harold and Kumar: white castle
Incredible
Hanging out with an old friend, and his new friends
I felt like a god, was hanging with year 12s from my school (was probably a year 10 at the time) and loved it
I felt amazing, and it's the best high I've ever had.
You all know what a first time is like, it's magical. I felt like flying, and when we went up to the shops to get some food, I ran all the way from my buddy's house to the shops, then back to meet the group.
It was amazing, almost like flying. I wish I had some weed right now, I might go run along my streets just to recreate the moment
I was relaxing by a lake in Germany with many many beautiful women waiting for the guy to go pick it up, he came back and we had a couple joints got very blazed and went for a swim, it was amazing.
Was nice at first, just relaxed and listened to music. Then My throat started to burn, felt like there was a war in my throat. I then later thought I was vomiting, so I went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I saw that I was only standing there. but it felt like i was vomiting up the dead bodies. My throat started to twist and I felt like I was turning into a fish from the inside.
An Hour later I was all sweet and relaxed again. Went bed some point.
meh it was pretty shit. i wasted a lot of the weed by smoking pretty badly. when i was high, and it came pretty well the first time, i went and made sandwiches, and ate them, whilst listening to 'set the controls for the heart of the sun' thinking about how weird the song was and how it split into different tracks in different places, like superstereo. felt a little sick at one point, so had a bin nearby just in case, but was fine. just lounged around and acted high really.
First proper time stoned/really high was in October at a party in Fresh?'s fuckin' awesome tipi with a 10 bag of schwag, but no tolerance made it good still. Also major cottonmouth.
Smoked a joint on a bench in a park with 3 friends, it was a blueberry juicy jay and fuck I got really high.
Friend smoked me a bowl to myself, had to go home and eat dinner 10 minutes after. Could have sworn marshmallows where carrying my car home it was crazy shit.
had two chopped bongs during lunch time at school, then after school had two double paper joints.
Then i ate THE BEST FUCKING PIE IN THE WORLD.
[QUOTE=lemongrapes;26829139]First proper time stoned/really high was in October at a party in Fresh?'s fuckin' awesome tipi with a 10 bag of schwag, but no tolerance made it good still. Also major cottonmouth.[/QUOTE]
yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Got high in my friends little mobile home. It was almost like tripping on shrooms my first time.
I couldn't stop laughing and randomly twitching. I was a wreck my first time lol
[QUOTE=Stormcharger;26832812]had two chopped bongs during lunch time at school, then after school had two double paper joints.
Then i ate THE BEST FUCKING PIE IN THE WORLD.[/QUOTE]
by double paper, do you mean two papers wrapped around, or double-wide papers?
It all began on the 19th January this year, propably around 4pm. Smoked a bowl with my mate, afer he bought a bong. I thought I fucked up, because I didn't fell anything after, but while I was walking home, I felt like walking on a ramp. To my surprise I met an old mate, still had like 1.4g with me and I knew that he smokes weed as well, so we decided to smoke a joint together. Now after a 30 minutes bus ride I was home and the joint kicked in, felt like my body was in my room, but my mind somewhere else.
I wish I'd get that again. :smith:
The first time I got really high a couple of years ago. I was sitting in my room, complaining to myself that I just spend money on something that apparently didn't work for me... Then I forgot where I was.
[QUOTE=brianosaur;26851670]by double paper, do you mean two papers wrapped around, or double-wide papers?[/QUOTE]
two papers wrapped around
I was snorting loads of amphetamines at the time i first smoked weed.
No one was home so after i took a shower i went in my room and turned my soundsystem (subwoofer) way up and lifted weights to Tanz metal (rammstein, etc)
My heart was racing like fuck.
I was moving my desk from the spare room into my room, all I remember is calling a friend (3com111 on fp) and yelling about how the door was bring rude and wouldnt say sorry
I don't really remember, that concerns me.
I was 11 and that's all I remember
The first time i smoked i had about 6 or so bowels/cones of the dirtiest Hydroponic, it literally felt like i was sitting on the roof.
These are my posts from another thread so don't bother reading it if you already have read it.
[B]First High[/B]
Planned on having some kind of party because my parents were gone and just to be ironic (I'm not one to party) and the party instead ended up at my best friend's house because his sister was already throwing one. Before everyone showed up, me and three other friends just kind of hung out. I really didn't plan on doing any drugs because I really didn't want to do them, but my curiosity was getting to me.
One of my friends who is a big druggie says that he's going somewhere and would be back in a little bit. My best friend figured what he was doing and told him not to let Pepin have some (he knew I wanted to try it). So we went out into the woods and I didn't know what to expect. Took a few harsh hits out of a pipe, and didn't feel anything. 20 minutes later, just light headed, everyone was a good bit disappointed. They left and me and my best friend just played beer pong until the party started.
Soon people started to pile in it was a party. I had never consumed alcohol before so I had no clue what to expect. Drank a bit over 6 beers, played some beer pong, didn't feel any different at all. I became a bit frustrated. There was a pretty cool guy who came up with a plan to allow himself to smoke in the basement (smoking weed there wasn't allowed in the house). He acted like he was terribly drunk and got everyone except the people he wanted in the basement to leave him alone. My best friend told him that I had never been high and he told me I would be getting some big hits. He made some homemade pipe or something from a 2 liter bottle and gave me two or three massive hits. I didn't feel anything, and after it was all over I went up stairs to continue playing beer pong.
[B]And then it hit me.[/B] It was like a ton of bricks, my mind had been transported somewhere it had never been before. I felt as though that stylistic type smoke I see in some pictures made perfect sense with what I was feeling. More or less, I was associating weed with a certain art form. A lot of my thoughts really didn't make any sense.
I didn't think I was feeling any effects from the weed. Really this was just because I didn't know anything about weed, or alcohol for that matter. I thought I was drunk, and not high, but I really didn't have a clue what was going on. A good portion of my conclusions contradicted conclusions I made a few minutes earlier. Once realizing that, I decided to stop thinking.
My state of consciousness was completely different, nothing like I had ever felt before. My vision seemed very different, I felt like I was in a game with a bit too much HDR. There was a 5 second delay between my actions. For example, I would try to say something, and then observe myself say it 5 seconds later. Playing beer pong was very challenging and I either did excellent or awful. I sat down for a little bit and the couch just felt amazing. I'm guessing it is similar to feeling textures on ecstasy.
I found that I felt a lot more normal if I walked around, and I really don't know why this worked. It was like this for my first couple highs, walked around made me feel more sober. I think I may have half finished a beer, it tasted pretty nasty, and someone offered me some strawberry alcoholic drink and it tasted pretty good. Eventually my friend told me I should lay down upstairs and I did.
Woke up that morning and I felt amazing. I felt so good and energized. I remembered a lot from the previous night, but I didn't exactly remember what it felt like. I could describe how it felt, but I couldn't emulate it. My first high was pretty uncomfortable, but I just went with it and it was more interesting than fun.
I'll sometime post the story about my second high. The only reason I decided to get high a second time was to see what it felt like to be high, and because I was still thinking that most the effects were from the alcohol. I definitely found out that I was high, and my second time was just as crazy if not more crazy than the first.
[INDENT] [B]Second High[/B]
My curiosity had peaked from my first experience. I thought I was drunk and not high, likely because of the huge delay effect I had. I decided to be a bit scientific and just try pot this time, and to do it with some friends. I was good friends with a huge stoner (Tim) at school (he was the one in the first story who wanted to go somewhere) and during school I was asking him a lot of questions about weed and such. We plan a smoke session after school.
I get in the car, another one of my friends (Simon) is joining us, and someone I don't know quite so much planned on meeting us at the garage, which is where they usually go to smoke. The garage was actually quite large and owned by Simon's grandfather. He doesn't care if they smoke in there. So we get there and head up to a small room. There is a lot of trash and random stuff in the room, and a hooka like bong was pulled out. It was obviously home made. They put a bowl attached to a pen tube through a glass jar lid, and also had two tubes coming out from the lid. They had to do some maintenance on it through covering any leaks with tape. Eventually they decides it was good, put some new water in the jar and screwed the lid on.
They started taking hits, it went Tim, Simon, me and then the other kid. I watched close as to what they were doing, but I was completely lost especially because I was rather confused about what the device was. I asked for some help with out to use it, they explained it, I started to do it wrong and the corrected me and I ended up getting a hit. It got passed around a few times, and apparently I took a monster hit out of it because everyone was like whoa. After a few bowls they asked me how I was feeling. Besides feeling a bit anxious for the effect to kick in, I didn't feel any different. They were a bit confused by that because they said they were all pretty high. I was a bit confused too because I knew the smoke was getting to my lungs.
They packed another bowl and passed it around, I took a nice hit out of it to make sure I'd get high, and it went around. It had been at least 15 minutes since we first started smoking. They asked me if I was feeling anything yet. I replied “no” and then literally a few seconds later I was hit, run over, hit again, and it was just that experience over and over again. It may be a hard to explain, but I kept hitting plateaus with how high I was all within rapid succession. Each plateau made the previous one feel very small. I say “I'm definitely feeling it now” and they all kind of laugh and ask what it is like. I give the response “I don't know” and they laughed.
I knew now that the effects I was feeling from the party were from the pot. It wasn't anything close to this though, because this experience is just insane. My state of consciousness wouldn't stay put. I kept thinking to myself “I should be peaking soon” but I just kept getting higher and higher. I had the lag I had with my first high except worse. I'd go to do something and see myself doing it 5 seconds later. I declined on the next hit because I was already far too gone.
I was being sure to keep my cool. I was feeling like the high was way too much but I was instinctively just going with it because I knew that was all I could do. I stood up and walked out of the room, and for some reason walking around made me feel normal. Actually, I felt pretty normal looking out of the room, but when I looked to the inside of the room I became overly screwed up.
My vision went haywire and was constantly changing. For some time I got the infamous 2D effect and explained it very poorly to my friends. It was quite interesting and quite weird. Then things started to zoom in and out, it began doing very random things and everything outside of the center of my vision began blurring, and then the craziest stuff began happening. I can't really describe because I really don't remember, but I do remember staring in the some spot for quite some time just thinking what the heck is going on. I must admit that it was really entertaining, and it made complete sense to me now when someone said that “you'll be able to stare at the wall for an hour on weed”.
The other kid decided to leave after a bit, and everyone decided that they were coming down. I wasn't feeling like that at all, I was still very high. Simon said that we were going to the store and then his Mom's house soon. For some reason Tim and Simon randomly start punching each other, not in a hateful way, but more in a playing around way. They seem to do this for a while and I just watch rather confused. Eventually we get going.
I'm not feeling so high walking to the car and I'm a bit relieved because I don't want to seem really stoned at the store. I get in the car and then the high rushes back to me. The car felt quite hot and stuffy regardless of it not being hot out. We go to a little convenience store, I get something small and go back out to the car. I am finding that the door is locked although we didn't lock it when we went in. Tim and Simon come out about 15 seconds later and say “Pepin, our car's over here” pointing to the complete opposite direction. I laughed and felt pretty dumb, but didn't care all that much.
We went to Simon's house and they cooked up some food. I knew I had to eat something because I had heard pot enhances your sense of taste. I was given some kind of food, took a bite into it and was just blown away. I expected it to taste good, but not that good. I was quite amazed and astonished.
I had to use the bathroom and the whole process seemed really weird to me. After that we sat down and watched TV. Simon's mother came home and saw us, she asked a few random questions, asked who I was and I gave a nice little introduction. I was surprised at how well I did, and I felt as though I didn't give off any signs that I was completely gone. I eventually get brought home, I was a bit worried about the smell, and nobody had spray, so we just opened the windows and aired everything out. I looked in the mirror, my eyes weren't bloodshot and I looked normal.
I was praying that I wouldn't have to see anyone on the way in, I knew I wouldn't have a problem, but I still didn't want to talk to my family. We get to my house, I go in and of course my Mom is right in the kitchen. She asks me how I was and if I had a good time hanging with my friends and I said yeah. She asked what we did and I said played video games and stuff. I go to my room and go online. I still feel really high and it was annoying me quite a bit because I had been high for over 5 hours. I go to sleep and wake up in the morning feeling excellent.
Looking back on it, the high was rather awesome and I'd like to experience something on a similar magnitude, but at the time I think it was a bit too much for my second time. I don't think I smoked for a few weeks after that, but I began to like and looked forward to being way too high. [/INDENT]
I just sat on my friends bed and watched everyone else do things.
I was walking with 4 of my friends to a park where we would meet up with our dealers. When we got there, we saw them but there was also an entire army of workers cutting the grass and trees in the park. We walked down a pathway and settled down on a bench near some houses. There were security guards riding around on bikes and we were still in good view of the workers. I was getting paranoid thinking that someone would come out of one of the houses and call the cops on us. It was extremely sketchy and I was trying my hardest to keep cool and not freak out. After avoiding old ladies passing by us we finally lit up the blunt. I think I took about 10 or more hits out of it but for some reason barely anything happened for me. I was a little buzzed but at the time I thought I was extremely high and thought it was awesome. I later learned what it truly meant to get baked when I used my friends bong. Also, this happened less than 3 months ago and I've smoked about 10 times since then.
I remember it pretty well actually, smoking out of a bong with some close friends in a park.
We were all wearing the most fucked up weird clothing and hats like spongebob pjs and hats of cartoon characters and shit like that. Alll of us smoking for the first time.
We were walking past the police station.. "ACT NATURAL!" Then we all started shrieking and walking like absolute spastics, god knows why they didn't think we were on crack.
got absolutely blasted and tried playing call of duty 4, started crying when I thought about the soldier's families I was killing, then somehow ended up at whitecastle. was incredible
[QUOTE=Javascript;26954152]got absolutely blasted and tried playing call of duty 4, started crying when I thought about the soldier's families I was killing[/QUOTE]
PROTIP: Pixels have no families
First time I got high was maybe the third time I'd smoked. My friend had just gotten a new joint roller and he called me and asked me to try it out with him. I sat and watched him use it for what seemed like forever. When the joint was finally ready he sparked it and passed it to me. We smoked that, and then just talked about music. He was in the middle of telling me about some concert he went to when I realized I had no idea what the fuck he was saying. I needed to get up. I got up and walked around the small room we had been smoking in while he laughed at my inexperience in the altered state of mind. Then I went home and listened to music in my room until it was time to go to a friend of mine's birthday party. Shit was cash.
It was average, I guess. The first I smoked marijuana was with my mother. I've known prior that she's been smoking weed since sixteen I believe. So around the time that all my friends became high-on's (December 2010) I asked mom if I could try some with her. We went to my mom's "area" for toking and we started a two-person rotation. I kept complaining throughout saying things like: "Wow I can't feel anything, why do people smoke this?" We finished after a couple of minutes and went off to watch a movie with my dad. The bud finally caught up with me at one point of the movie, fuck I can't even remember what movie it was or when it happened, but at that point my dad looked at me (he knew I smoked with my mom) and asked, "How are you feeling?" I fucking lost it and couldn't stop laughing when he said that, I sincerely have no idea why. Yea, pretty average, just got an insane case of the giggles.
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