The very first time

I ever got high was July 4th 1976. I bought a quarter ounce of pot for $5 and I got some strawberry papers from the African Head Shop in Montgomery Alabummer and went to a Bicentenniel Bluegrass Festival at Jackson Lake. Since it WAS my first time I only knew how to roll from watching westerns. Stuff was falling out the ends of my first joint, but it burned, and I got high.

I was in the woods a couple of hundred yards from the festival with a girl from another school. It was her first time getting high as well. So we spent the next hour or so making love and running around the woods naked. I never saw her again though I tried to find her many times.

Oh well, I still manage to find weed when I want it!

Charles

 

I'm a guest?

 

That was beautiful, man

The first time I got high, I was with my mom. I had smoked several times before, but didn't inhale properly and anticipated the high so much that I didn't feel a thing. My mom suspected that I had smoked with my friends, and asked, "If I had a joint, would you smoke it with me?"

Wondering if this was a trick question, I just smiled real big and laughed. My mom busts out with this fat doobie and sparks that bitch up. As we cruised through the deep east Texas country side, pine trees lining the red clay road on either side of us and the sun dipping below the horizon, I finally got high.

JalpnoEnma's story certainly sounds sexier than mine, but hey, I just wanted to share

 

I would give ANYTHING to see my mom stoned! She takes all these sleeping pills and anti-anxiety stuff, but I swear if she just chilled the heck out for a little bit and puffed a spliff now-and-than, she wouldn't need all that damn medication.

er.. sorry.

Anyways

Awesome lil' tale, Japlo. A quarter ounce for 5 bucks.. wow. Talk about inflation, huh? Hehe.

 

Yeah, I bet you don't get a quarter ounce for $5 though.

Damn old people. Like my grandpa. Always bragging about how everything cost a nickel when they were a kid.

I'm not even sure whether to believe you. Hadt've been schwag.

 

I agree, if my parents would just relax for a second, I'm sure I could have them both sleeping like babies at night, instead they shun the idea of smoking weed because it "ruins Lives"... Yah.. right... anyways, any thoughs on how I can open them up to the idea? Perhapsget them both sleeping through the night and while I'm at it, opening them to a new lifestyle of thinking?
And $5 a quarter... wow... I wish it were like that now...

 

Well, keep in mind that a $5 quarter existed during a time of $1.55 per hour minimum wage, 48 cents a gallon gasoline and the drinking age was 18 so getting it at 16 was easier. Oh, and the quality varied as much as today only it was mostly Columbian or Mexican or homegrown.

Jal

 

The first time I was high was when I was 2. We flew with British Airways to Athens and got as high as 15000 feet.

 

The first time I got high was at a Sammy Hagar concert in San Rafael in 1978. It was the prelude to his Power to the People tour. A friend scored some Maui weed in San Anselmo while I was fetching tickets. The concert was great and after it we toked on the long drive to Vallejo where my friend's girlfriend lived. They were throwing a party in the hills over the Navy base. There must have been 5 different bongs going around the room. I met a girl named Tammy from Napa who had big breasts. We had sex 3 times. The last was in my car as I was driving her home, my first driving blow job. So, is it ANY wonder I still worship pot? I mean really?????




George

 

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My first time was in 1992 I was in this old hippie community, we listened to some classical music and it got so visual I saw cosmic cathedrals made up uf magic gemstones lol

 

2006? Wow this is the oldest thread ever


I cant remember at all when the first time I got stoned was

 

Now it's really old!

And yet, I still toke. And Hip chat is the coolest chat room on the planet.


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Note: be sure to be with people you know, my first time was ruff because I knew no one

 

I was 16. I was in Queens, New York. Smoked the most beautiful joint at a park on a hot summer day. It was perfect. I'll never forget that day =)

 

1975...and i never did it again for years.

 

My first time hitting a pipe did not work because it was just resin and I didn't get much. But a few months later I end up at another friend's house and they have some good stuff. I actuly get a hit or two this time and of course cough but I don't expect much based on last time. I am just still a bit curious and want to be social. A minute or two later it hits me like a train. A smile creeps onto my face and I have the urge to do nothing but laugh and sit on the couch. My body does not want to move but it's a good kind of don't want to move. Everyone else there was not as much of a rookie so they enjoy my silliness. My heart also feels like it is going to fly out of my chest, that is one side effect I am glad goes away with experience. And that was the start of a beautiful relationship.

 

I smoked some shitty weed out of a shitty glass pipe in a little alleyway near a townhouse complex next to my highschool. i remember that the smoke was much hotter than I expected, and I burnt my lip a little bit.

it was the last day of school in grade 10... so I must have been 15.

I smoked it a few more times that summer, and occasionally over the next few years (maybe monthly), but didn't really start smoking regularly until I was 19.

 

I smoked with a cousin and all his friends on my grandma's porch. they taught me how to use a carb. My throat hurt like hell later. I don't remember feeling high in the least.

My first high was in a two joint circle before choir class. My arms were so heavy they dragged me to the ground and I laughed harder than I ever have before.

I'll never know why the security guard let us go to class.

 

It's interesting how many people don't get stoned (or high) at all the first time they smoke.