Saturday at 4:20

Re-typed from a Journal:



So I'm sitting there, in the basement, about to play some videogames, when my internal 4:20 clock went off, when I get the brilliant idea to go get high. So there I am, running up to room to get my stuff, I hide in my first aid bag. You know the types, small little red things, with the black zipper and the white cross, gym teachers used 'em for band-aids. Well, I hide my bowl, pot, lighters and other "paraphernalia," as some are wont to do. It's actually kinda cool though, because I do keep my pipe wrapped in cotton gauze, but that's besides the point. I take a look at how much weed I have left, not much, but just enough to pack this mondo bowl for myself. You have to keep in mind now that this weed is very finely ground up, and not too moist either. I start packing it, taking little pinches of weed at a time so that it would all stick together. Four of these little pinches later, my bowl is packed to the usual height and I notice that I still have a lot of weed left. This is gonna be fucking massive! I got about five more pinches packed into my bowl. Now all that's left is the shake that didn't get picked up earlier. I pack all of that into a small pinch and pile it on top. My bowl was finally packed. I step outside onto our deck. Ooh, it's a nice warm eighty degrees. Perfect. I sit down and start to puff.



I'm sitting in our nice padded deck furniture. You know the types? They're metal, and they got the nice big coushins. Anyway, I look over to the door, and my cat wants to come outside. I have always wanted to get my cat high, but I've never done it. I thought today would be the perfect day for her. It's beautiful, and she can enjoy the nice weather. I take a hit and grab her outside. I hold her down and blow the smoke into her face so she has to breath it. I put her down, and watch her. It's funny, she stumbles around and then goes to my other cat and sniffs her. I look out at the big maple tree and start to space out. I thought about how the tree must seem like a god to the wild animals in our area. Hanging from this tree, we have no less than: four seed feeders, two suet feeders, and two humming bird feeders. To the birds, squirrels, chipmunks, etc., this tree must be sacred because of all the food that it has on it. My thoughts then wandered into the jungle, where I imagined what my house would be like if it was in the jungle. As I'm thinking these thoughts, I'm narrating myself. As I'm narrating myself I start to think about writing you this message. I walk calmly and slowly, I didn't want to get up from my chair, it was so comfortable in the sun. But I must write this while I'm high! I've finished writing it, and here are some thoughts: I really took a descriptive curve. I like it. I started smoking at about 4:28, I finished and started writing this letter at 5:11. It is now 5:40. What the hell was I doing? I'm feeling hungry, so I'm going to get the leftover fish fry from last night. Score!

Post your own stories about getting high!

 

if i was as stoned as you, my message would be 4 lines long, with mispelled and misplaced words, making no sence to other people, but to me its like abook.
but thin is, if i was as stoned as you, i wouldnt even type a message, id go munch that fish and go back outside to continue the awesome ideas.

you raping the cat into getting high was wrong

 

wow you did a good job of typing while high.
When I do stuff while high it normaly takes a much shorter time than I think it would, funny it worked the other way round for you.

 

I did not rape my cat. She walked up to me and I blew the smoke in her face, then she moved on.

 

what?

 

all he did was grab the cat and blow smoke at it to get it high, no big deal

 

Thats pretty tight man, lol yah you should become like a mountain ranger in your back yard or something and journey through the wilderness.


And yah who gives a dam if you get a cat high.

 

I got up, got high, meditated, read book and masturbated... what a regular day...

 

My mom is a homemaker and thus always fucking home. therefore these relaxing beautiful day, parents gone, house to my ganja and I stories really make me jealous. Anyway, your lucky and I suggest you savor it for those of us who really have no idea where to smoke comfortably.

 

would you like a giant panda bear to grab you and blow crack smoke in ur face, i dont think so

 

Hey man, my cat loves the bud. Every damn time I puff she comes and follows me and meows and waits for a little nibble. She eats the stuff like catnip. And it was only one hit. It's not like I hot-boxed her in a tupper-ware container. Sheesh.

 

one of my cats loves weed too. I blew smoke in her face while smoking in the bathroom in my house once, for the next half hour she was pawing away at the door trying to get back in there.

 

holy shit that would trip me out so bad..

 

Actually... that'd be pretty fucking awesome. I would tell everyone about it.

 

Bue he didn't blow crack smoke in the cat's face so what's the big deal. I get one of my dogs high all the time and he loves it.

But ya, I love smoking weed on my back deck... we have a huge weeping willow tree in my back yard and if you've ever seen one of those when tripping on mushrooms the vivid memory of how cool it looks sticks with you... which brings me to my cool smoking story.

If any of you don't know what a weeping willow tree looks like, this is one.
This story is actually the story of the events leading up to my one and only bad trip but the first four hours of the experience were some of the best of my life. So me and a buddy of mine each ate about a quad of mushrooms (gold caps blue stems, very nice) and proceeded to walk to another friend's house who happens to have bought a pound of mushrooms from the same guy we bought ours from. It's about a 40 minute walk so we're just starting to really trip when we get there.

Once we arrived at our destination we chilled in this kids screenroom looking out into the back yard, which is a long, shallow, downhill slope leading up to a river. At the edge of the river, the only significant waves are those created by the occasional motor boat and there is a small, stationary dock with no boat. The "holy shit, I'm really starting to trip" moment came about 20 mins and 3 bowls after we got there. I said, "Mike, is your dock a floating dock or a regular dock?" He looked at me like I had 3 heads (and who knows, he might have really thought I had 3 heads because he had eaten at least 10 grams of the pound of mushrooms he bought) and he said "What the fuck are you talking about? It's a regular dock" I just nodded my head and said OK, as the magnitude of the coming trip began to sink in.

By now it was dusk and no matter how hard I try now, there is no way that I can even begin to describe the absolute bliss of the moment. But I'm going to do my best anyway. Imagine if you will, that you are sitting in the screenroom I did my best to describe looking out over a river, tripping balls. Every 30 seconds or so, a boat comes by at a reasonable speed. Each time, the collective sound of the boat's engine, the boat smacking the water each time it hit a small wave, and the crickets that invariably emerge around this time during the summer is like an orgasm in your ear. Directly across the river from where we are sitting there is massive weeping willow tree, which for some reason has a large number of lightning bugs milling about its branches. The branches of the tree appeared to be pulsating downward toward the earth as if they were imitating a looped video of a bungy jumper. And to top it off, the sun is setting behind the tree line, producing an unbelievable buffet of shades of red, orange, and pink. I'm told that about 4 hours passed while I just sat, nearly motionless, drinking in the once in a lifetime experience. We smoked a few bowls and someone put on a Keller Williams album, which probably played through several times.

It was the most relaxing, chill trip ever. Then some motherfucker who I hate showed up and started fucking with me. I tried to beat the shit out of him, but I was so fucked up that all I managed to do was break a table and get asked to leave. The friend of mine who walked to the house with me said it was about 11 pm when I left the house, yet it took me until almost 1 am to make the mile and half walk home (by the time I got home, I was beginning to return to reality). I only remember bits and pieces of the walk, (including nearly getting hit by a car on a road with a 55 mph speed limit and thinking nothing of it), but as soon as I was back to normal I quickly came to the painful realization that I had lost my wallet, glasses, birkenstock sandals, and cell phone along the way.

Btw, I don't see what the big deal is about typing while high. I write term papers while high and even managed to get one that I wrote while blazed published. It's not such a big deal if you don't make it one.

 

Oh yeah, in college I wrote all my papers while high. It helps me flow.

 

w/e i get high i kind of ramble and can go onto other subjects, so if i right while high i usually get alot done,i just have to go back and read over it and correct it. you really do come up with some cool ideas while high.

 

lmao VERY well put. And yes, that would be some trippy shit.

 

Dont let your pet eat your pot.....

Marijuana
Veterinary & Aquatic Services Department, Drs. Foster & Smith, Inc.


Toxin
Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC)

Source
Hashish, marijuana, and hemp, Cannabis.

General Information
Pets are more commonly poisoned from marijuana through ingestion other than inhalation. THC is the toxin that causes the symptoms and is absorbed quickly after ingestion. THC has strong antiemetic effects which make it difficult to successfully induce vomiting to remove the toxin from the pet. Most animals will recover, but it may take 1-3 days.

Toxic Dose
Depends on the concentration of THC and the form of marijuana ingested.

Signs
Ataxia, dilated pupils, 'glazed' eyes, drop in body temperature, increase or decrease in heart rate, bizarre behavior, hyperesthesia, disorientation, somnolence, depression (may last 18-36 hours), coma, excitation is seen occasionally, drooling, tremors, respiratory depression, or death.

Immediate Action
Induce vomiting. Seek veterinary attention.

Veterinary Care
General treatment: The induction of vomiting may be continued, gastric lavage is performed, and activated charcoal is administered.

Supportive treatment: The temperature, pulse, and respiration are monitored and different medications are given depending upon the signs present. A safe environment should be provided where the pet cannot hurt itself or others while disorientated.

Specific treatment: Unavailable. To confirm the diagnosis, urine levels of THC can be determined in the laboratory.

Prognosis
Fair





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**ASPCA National Animal Poison Control Center

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Oh damn, I had no idea. That's some scary stuff. Sorry Pickles, no more bud for you.