I was in Berlin on a school trip, and on top of it all it was on the 20th anniversary for the walls fall. The whole class had been out drinking since eight o' clock, and it was now 3 in the morning. We started walking back to the hotel, and most of the class went home. Me and four guys went to a petrol station to find something to eat, but they had jack shit, and the clerk didn't know one word english.
Suddenly, a twenty someting german guy walked in and we started smalltalking. His name was Chris, and we asked him where we could get some proper food at this hour. He said to follow him, since it was "right around the corner". We follow, and one of the guys says fuck it, and goes home. One of the guys asks about weed, and Chris started smiling. You know, that smile every stoner has. He invited us to his apartment, but then another one bails, because he thinks Chris is going to kill and rape us as soon as we enters his home. (He really did say that, but in norwegian, so Chris wouldn't understand him.)
Now there was three guys, including me. We get up to the fifth floor, and has to walk across a small balcony to get to his flat. When we get through the door, we're all slightly amazed as he had a real awesome apartment, with lots of cool shit. One thing I remember real well, was a statue of a black servant to hang your coats on.
Anyways, he grabs a couple of beers, and as we drink, we start talking again. He was a really nice guy, and we talked about Norway and Germany, and their differences. After a short while, he pulls out a bag with atleast 5 g of really good shit, according to one of my mates. We roll up two big joints, and lights one, and when its done, we light the other one.
After the first one, I don't feel high at all, and when we're halfway done with the second, I say:
"This shit is overratee-...."
And then it hit me like a fucking train. I got completely blitzed of my ass, moving at all is orgasmic, I laugh and smile for no reason, and the others where already at that stage. The discussion soon stopped as everyone was laughing at each other, and noone stopped anytime soon. This went on for about an hour. (Felt like an hour, I dunno.)
Then it was time to say goodbye, and it was one of those happy/sad goodbyes. took atleast five minutes before me and one other guy to get out on the balcony. Then all of a sudden, he goes:
"I've got to pee man."
Me, still pretty high, tells him to go back inside to borrow the toilet, but when I turn back, what do I see, but him peeing out of the balcony down at the pavement on the other side of the road, laughing like a maniac.
He then yells: "Man, you've GOT to try this! I've NEVER peed this far before!"
I start to laugh too, and has to hold on to the railing just to stay on my feet.
The last guy took his time saying goodbye, and when he comes out and sees the scene unfolding there. He laughs a bit and asks what the hell's going on. I try to say something, but is unable to do so. My peeing friend repeats his line, and suddenly there's two guys peeing.
When we get to the stairs/elevator, they decide to take the stairs, and I take the elevator, trying to calm down on the way down. Then suddenly, one of my buddies starts to laugh, and beacuse stairs goes zig zag, and they where running down the speed of the elevator it sounded like he was just moving back and forth on the other side of the wall. It sounded so weird at the time I burst out laughing too, something they heard, judging by their laughter.
We laughed all the way to the hotel, and had to stand outside for a couple of minutes just to get the laughter out of our systems. We giggled all the way in the elevator up to our rooms, and finally I could get some sleep I thought to myself. But oh no, not just yet. My roomie had locked the door with the chain on the inside of the door, and I felt so bad whamming the door like I did, but he was too drunk to hear anything else. I tried everything else.
He stumbles over in some sort of sleep induced coma, and unlocks the door. I say thanks, he says "uuuh?", walks back to his bed and passes out. I refasten the chain, the I walk to my bed, and then I pass out aswell. The clock was 6 in the morning.
The following day, at elleven o' clock, our teacher wonders why we didn't show for breakfast, and slightly opens the door and peeks in. We wake somewhat, and then he just says:
"You guys are not in shape for the trip we're going on today. Grab another hour of sleep and eat breakfast somewhere." And he was right; I've never, in my entire life, had such a hangover.
Moral of the story? Don't mix alcohol and weed. It will fuck you up.
Sorry for the long incoherrent story, but I wont give you a tl;dr. Read it yourself.
After reading your story, mine sucks ass.
I was in 8th grade, and some kid named Andy said "Hey, I got some weed", and me, pretending to be a stoner said, "DUDE, I'LL BUY IT". So the next day, I came with $10 and bought his powder-like weed. That's right. It was ground up so much that it was like powder. At least he gave me some papers with it. The following weekend, my friend Alex and I smoked it in my room. I rolled a "joint" which really looked like 2 skinny ends of paper with a huge lump of weed in the middle. We didn't get high at all. But the second time. Oh man, the second time, haha.
That was an awesome story
That story was amazing.
Started toking with my family around the age of 14. Can't really remember specifically the first time i've ever smoked, but i do know the first times were with my parents and sister.
I do remember the first time i ever successfully rolled a blunt though. Papa sensei taught me well. Fun times were had.
My story is shit generally, met with this like 15 year old dealer with a friend and we smoked a joint together, in a wet field.
[QUOTE=Superginger;27338142]Started toking with my family around the age of 14. Can't really remember specifically the first time i've ever smoked, but i do know the first times were with my parents and sister.
I do remember the first time i ever successfully rolled a blunt though. Papa sensei taught me well. Fun times were had.[/QUOTE]
Damn, that sounds pretty great.
My first time was with my cousin, he had already been smoking for a few years so I learned fast. He passed me the blunt and after about 4 hits, I was higher than I've ever been in my life.
Smoking after drinking is never a fantastic idea. Generally speaking it will fuck you up, get the spins, and you'll quite possibly be sick - it happens to the best of us (greening out/whitey)
However if you smoke before drinking you'll be fine really. I've also found that sometimes I'll smoke a shit load after drinking and not had the spins at all, and other times i've smoked perhaps a joint and span out like fuck and chundered... Still trying to find the reason as to why this is, but not quite sure yet
Anyways that sounds like a fucking epic time you had, I'm glad you had the courage to go to that guys flat and not pussy out, those kind of opportunities dont come around too often and it seems like you certainly made the most of it
Had a good friend from 5th-10th grade. We started hanging out again around tenth grade when we started heading to the same school. We were walking and he was like "I got a brown bic light dude!" And I was like "What the fuck, you smoke?" he had a really cool face and was like "Yeah.. I was gonna smoke with undisclosed but she didn't feel up to it. I'm going to go buy some weed." I had never been high before and was like "Cool dude! Can I smoke with you, I've never been high before?" he made a PSAH hand motion and nodded. "Sure." I went to my mom's shop to see MY Mom was not there. Thinking nothing of it I went and smoked like eight bowls in the forest and made a long ass walk home. I got home two hours later and got yelled at but I don't think she suspected anything.
My first time wasn't anything big. It was two weeks ago when my friend had left me some weed at my apartment and I came back and tought that I might as well smoke it with my big brother. I rolled a decent joint, it wasn't big deal, because I always roll my own cigs, but rolling a joint still felt a little different..
Then we lighted it up and proceeded to smoke it. It wasn't as rough or anything as I tought. Well, after we smoked it I didn't feel any different and so didn't my big brother so we just tought it was so shitty or there was so little that it wouldn't do anything and just continue on whatever we were doing earlier.
I went for a cig and I noticed that I feel little funny. The cig tasted like hell so I dumped it and went inside. Back at computer I noticed that my friend had linked me some video on steam. It was just some guy drawing and laughing but I could not stop laughing at it. After some time of watching videos on youtube I noticed that I'm hungry.
So, I went to the kitchen and had some macaroni casserole, but I could not find forks anywhere! They just disappeared, or so I tought. I asked my big brother "where all the forks have gone?", he just said to me "they are where they always are, how so?". I said that I couldn't find them anywhere so he showed me. He asked also if I was high and I answered "a little". He told me that he still doesn't feel anything.
After that great adventure I ate the macaroni casserole and it tasted alot better than anything I've eaten in a long time. After that I proceeded to make some dubstep and thats about it.
Nothing really special or ground breaking, yet it was a fun experience and I want to do it another time again, maybe next time I'll get completely baked, as in I want to try it as a replacement for alcohol. Being drunk is just not so fun than it used to be.
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