When was the first time that you got high?

the first time i smoke i was 14. its was in the middle of a small road in the forest. before that i was to shy to try. but my friend convince me. i made im promise keep it secret. i smoke 2 or 3 time. i was felling really good, after we start to walk in the forest. i think i was hallucinating distant wolf howl!!! i was stone for like 2 hours and after we go to bed in my friend cottage. i was really fun.

 

well it all happened on may 22nd, yeah i remember the date, that's how lame i am.
but anyways, we smoked an eigth and between like 4 people and they were all chill, but i was laying out in the grass giggling at everything. and this chick was grabbing me and pushing me around. so like i was all scared and i told everyone not to talk to her (she didn't smoke).

that wasn't that great. the greatest high ever was when i smoked a blunt between a friend, and this one guy shotgunned it to me. woah.

 

The last week of 8th grade. My friend said he had a cigar we could smoke to celebrate the end of middle school. I go down to his house and he said he lost the cigar but he had some weed. I was like "no way i'm not smokin that. thanks for wasting my time" after 5 minutes of calling me a pussy sissy etc. I gave in and he rolled a joint with some phonebook paper. I got retarded and jumped on the trampoline for a minute then just laid there and laughed until my mom came and picked me up. then I got a taste of how paranoid it could make you.

 

I remember the date of my first time too, it was august 9th

 

One day when I was 16 I found a half a joint that my mom had left on the back porch in the ashtry so early the next morning before going to the bus stop I noticed it was still there so I took it with me. So I smoked walking on the way to the bus stop, nobody saw me because it was 6a.m and still dark. By the time I got on the bus I was high as fucking hell. I remember listening to Purple Haze on my portable cd player on the way to school and it sounded soooo amazing.

 

i cant remember the actual first time,had to be the summer between fifth and sixth grade tho,,maybe earlier,who knows i had really wild older siblings lol.

i think i remember the first time i got high and went to school tho.

at least it was the first time i was really wasted and went to school,i was in sixth grade and wound up getting sent home because "i wasnt acting right"..

pawned it off as being sick and that was the beginning of many a stoned day in school.

 

I've never been high.....except for brake cleaner and carbon monoxide...and I didnt enjoy either experience


edit:yet....I forgot to say yet...I will try weed someday to see if it helps my backpain go away

 

one night in town things werent going right so in the end i said fuck it and got a gram and a half of polish skunk for 20€
made a pipe of a pen and the bowl was the cap of a highlighter with a hole poked in the end and tinfoil for a gauze...was a pretty rough pipe
I just packed the bowl and finished that off, then had another and by this time the walls were breathing so i just lay on my bed and listened to massive attack.

I was lying on my side and it felt like the top side of me was melting into the bottom, was really nice

 

well i guess i will go into detail...the first time i smoked was from a pipe and we actually smoked quite a bit....than after we went for an epic bike ride and ended up on lakeshore in port credit staring at the lake for hours and the sun reflecting of of it it was beautiful. than it started getting late so we biked home and when we got to my friends house at like 11 or something i was so tired from the comedown plus the hour and a bit bike ride i just crashed on his couch and had the best sleep ever

 

Ok, this is going to be a long one so those of you with week bladders need to go to the bathroom first. Feel free to pull up a bong and enjoy this story. I am going to be typing this one for a bit I think. I have told the story before but I am really really going to tell it now. If you are not in the mood for a long one feel free to skip over it.

First of all just for some background information. As some of you may already know I am older than most of you. I am currently 39 years old and almost 40. I was born in the summer of love 1969, but my parents were not hippies. My dad was the typical 50's nerd with horn rimmed glasses and an engineer, my mother was a teacher before she became a homemaker. They are both still alive and my dad just had his 73 birthday. I was raised during the "Just Say No!" hayday back in the 80's and at the time I never thought I would ever, ever do any drugs whatsoever. Now, I am not a stupid person and if anything I am considered pretty smart. So, I was not an idiot is all that I am saying. I had a general understanding of what most drugs were and what they did but as you all know. I really had no idea because I never tried them, as you all know that is the only way to really understand. So, I was that kid in high school who would never do it. I never really got down on anyone who did, but I would ask questions because I was intrested just so I could discribe the feelings and how it affected people. See, I like to write. I have not written in a while but when I was younger I would fill spiral notebook after spiral notebook with freehand stories and poems and all kinds of shit. I also read like a madman. I read everything but mostly science fiction, fantacy and horror. I loved Stephen King, well and still do. So, because eveyone knew I did not do any drugs my fellow students all came to me for clean pee. I went to boarding school in upstate New York and they did "random" drug testing. Needless to say during my entire time at the school I was never personally drug tested, they just knew I did not do drugs. I did not even charge. I am like, whatever, sure i'll pee in this eyedroper bottle for you. So, I went through high school and into college never trying drugs. I did not even try them in college until my last year. Hell, even my first roomate used to smoke pot in his brother's dorm room and use a sploof and a fan out the window. Now, I am not a prude, I did drink and I could drink most of my friends under the table. As a matter of fact I held many an epic party but those stories are for another day.

So, this is me, almost out of college, getting into the working world and getting married. I had been going out with my high school sweetheart though college and now it was time to settle down, get married and so on. But, I need to tell you a little about my first drug experience and it was not pot. Again I was reading a lot and always the person who likes to ask questions I would often talk to people about their experiences.

Well, my fiance at the time, now my ex wife, had a lot more experience with drugs than I had. As a matter of fact I might not have even tried any drugs if it were not for her. I think it's based upon the comfort level. Having someone around who had done drugs before made a ready source for learning. A day without learning something is a day wasted.

So, because of my love for reading and Stephen King and after reading "The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test" as well as many other drug themed books I decided I wanted my first drug experience to be LSD. I wanted to see things and feel things and jump into my mind and see what came out. I am not going to tell that story now but needless to say. I learned a lot about drugs in general that night. I dropped with my fiance at her house one day, we were by ourselves during spring break. Yes, I was still in college but it was later in college. She was the experienced one and I would follow her lead on what to do and how to do it. So, I tripped. It was great, I really enjoyed it up until the end when I got a really really bad headach due to the fact that I smiled so much that I pulled a muscle in my head and it also could have been a reaction to any number of things. But, we had most of the night all planed out. There was room for doing our own thing because taking drugs while social is also an experience that you need to have with yourself as well. Needless to say, I was sold. I tripped several other times that year, I did this with other friends as well. I would never trip alone. I would not recomend that to anyone. I am also not going to condone tripping because it's not for everyone. This is just my experience.

Anyway. We are gathered here to talk about the frist time I smoked pot. Let's skip ahead another 5 years or so. Now, at this point in my life, I am married, with no kids yet and living in South Carolina. I'm like 27 years old and at this point in my life have not done any other drugs other that the LSD I did for the last time four years prior. To this day I have still not tripped again, but only because it's kinda a been there done that kind of thing. I have toyed with the idea of doing it again but at this point I am more intrested in trying out Mushrooms or Mescaline.

So, I am working at a corporate style chain restaurant. I am not going to mention the name but everyone knows the type. Crap on the walls, big bar and ok food. Now this was a Southern Chain that did a good job. Hell, they really made most of their own food and it was not all pre packaged crap like some other chains. Anyway, I was working as a manager in training there and everyone and I mean everyone who worked there smoked. It was intresting, I don't know if they smoked while they worked because I would have not been happy about that. I tend to be very professional about things. Thinking back now though I am sure that several people I worked with there were I am sure blazed all the time. Anyway, while working in the kitchen I started talking up some of the guys and when the subject of weed would come up I would often ask them about their experiences and the cost and so on and such. So, anyway this place was not bad to work for, one of the cool things that they had as an unoffical policy was a shift beer. At the end of the day you were aloud to have one beer on the house. If you wanted more then you had to buy it. For the end of the night we would often get together and buy a couple of pitchers so we could sit around after hours and have a couple. We would tend to drink a little more than what we bought but we did not over do it either. So, it was a regular thing for a bunch of employees and managers to hang out and drink after work.

One night, becaues I never really had seen what pot looked like and because I asked a lot of questions one of the managers showed me this bag that he just picked up. It was an eighth, now that I know, of buds. I smelled it and I was entertaining the idea in my mind about getting some myself sometime. So, prior to that night I had already decided that I was going to smoke for the frist time very soon. I did not know at the time that it was going to be that night.

So, here I am working as a floor manager at the time with this other floor manager that had showed me his new purchase earlier that night. Things were getting busy, it was a Friday night and the place was hopping. Around seven o'clock that night one of the two dishwashers we had decided that he did not want to wash dishes anymore and quit. This had been happening a lot over the last couple of weeks. We could not seem to keep dishwashers. Maybe they were not smoking pot. I don't know and don't care. Anyway, we still had one left and he was doing his best. Well, low and behold around 8:30 one of my cooks informed me that the other dishwasher left and did not come back. So, here we are on a busy Friday night, the place is hopping and we don't have any dishwashers. Being a big restaurant we were able to still put food out without having to wash anything because we had plenty of flatware snd dishes already clean so the dishroom kept getting fuller and fuller with buspans full of dirty dishes.

We could not talk anyone into washing dishes. All of the cooks were like, no way. And needless to say around closing time the place was a mess. So, the other manager and I started to get the closing done. He said that he would do the paperwork and close up the floor if I would get started on the dishroom. He said he would be coming down as soon as he finished up. So, here I am washing dishes, in my suit. I took the tie and jacket off of course and was just doing my best not to fuck up my shoes, shirt and pants. So about half an hour later down comes the other manager. Now, at this point I figure it is going to take like two hours to wash all of this shit, even with the two of us. I am pissed. He walks up to me an is like... "There is no way we are not doing this not stoned!" Then, he whips out two joints. I smile and am like, "Ok, what the fuck" So we take a break and smoke down these two joints to the face and he puts the roaches aside "for later" he says. He says he has some other things to finish up, and that he would be right back. Now, keep in mind that some of the "cool" staff were still out at the bar drinking their shift beers and then some. He goes out to tell them that he just poped my marijuana cherry and that just started off the whole evening for them and well me.

So, here I am stoned, just smiling and washing dishes like I don't give a fuck. The other manager pops in every once in a while and helps me out. I realized later that I ended up doing most of the work because I was stoned and I did not know any better at the time. So, that bastard, while he still got me stoned he did it so I would do all of the work. I don't blame him now. All, of the other employees would bop back once in a while to see how I was doing. I remember at one point someone brought me a beer. Now, if this was all I had to do for the rest of my life was wash dishes stoned with a beer in my hand I think that would make me happy for the rest of my life. Sadly, it would not pay very well, but I sure as shit know that if it did I would be there.

So, needless to say "we" got the dishes done and now we were all sitting in the kitchen smoking. This is when I learned to make my first improvised pipe. We were out of papers but that manager had his new sack of weed and we did not have a way to smoke it. He showed me how to roll a tin foil pipe using a ball point pen. We smoke the roaches and packed the bowl of the pipe a couple of more times and passed it around the remaining staff.

I some how made it home that night and my wife was displeased with my state. She being the person who first introduced me to drugs. Anyway, after that I decided I wanted my own weed. I made up for lost time and started to smoke on a regular basis for about a month. It was a very unique experience owning weed for the first time. I learned from my manager friend how to clean it of twigs and seeds and store it in a film container. After that first month I did not smoke as often but I would pick it up every once in a while. I really liked getting stoned with my wife and having sex and just having fun stoned. When I was transfered to another store they were not as into the smoking thing so I started doing it less and less.

I picked it up again a few times over the years but did not really start smoking on a regular basis up until about four years ago when I started going through my divorce. Now, I have a new fiance and now I smoke almost every day. I work for a huge company and I make very good money. New life. Have a great day and I hope you liked the story. I had to cut it down due to the forum restrictions.

Thanks,
David

 

^ oh my

 

Ima make it short cause I'm on an iPod

Hotboxed a blunt, didn't feel it till I stepped out of the car and looked at the sky and was like "ok I feel it now" lmao. We went inside and I thought I could moonwalk. Then his parents got home and it was akward cause I was blazed as a motherfucker lol

 

startreken, that was an amazing read.

 

:cheers2: although in my experience, i don't beleive it's flat out hallucinations, i think it's more of a VERY vivid imagination. i have before though... (when i smoked 3 grams in a single sitting with no tolerance.)

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July 08
I start to get interested by marijuana and other mind alterants. they seem like something i could really benefit from, if used occasionally. I ask my friend, and he says hell yes he can get us some, as he had also been interested. He was reluctant though.

Aug 08.

I was at the beach, with my best friend and his girlfriend. they're older than me by a year or two. We hike the shoreline just hanging out, and we are all really good friends, we all get along great. we find a chill little cave, break out our home made bong and light up. after the first hit my eyes feel very heavy, and i just feel great. After a few more hits, my mind is hazy, i think very deep about everything. my vision is very jumpy. it comes in waves sort of, i think i noticed this because it was such a new experience, i don't anymore. i would fall in and out of my very thick hazy thoughts every few minutes. after we were all sufficiently high we started back. i was so high, at one time i was on the ground making noises. (well, i was on the ground trying to shimmy under a fallen tree, and i just started making noises and stopped moving, hahahaha).

we got out of the woods and drove around in a golf cart for awhile. we finally decide to go home about 2.5 hours after toking, and my parents knew immediately... O_O

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i started being more careful, and two weeks later i started the smoke-every-weekend habit. a couple weeks later i started the sometimes-smoking-everyday-for-a-week-or-two habit.

 

but then you realized you actually suck ass at dancing

 

This one is pretty long mainly because I was stupid to eat special brownies my first time instead of smoking.

Anyways I was 16 in the 2nd semester of Junior year in high school and I decided to visit a university (A&M) to see if I should apply. Well what happens at A&M is that you bunk up with 2 core cadets and they show you the ropes of the school for a couple of days. Now the guys that I bunked with apparently had been straining 3 oz of bud into butter to make brownies the day before I got there. So at some point in the middle of the night one of the cadets passes me a brownie with a big ass smile of his face, but at the time I didn't think anything of it so I ate it. About 10 minutes after I ate the brownie one of the girl visitors from a different high school knocks on the door softly and ask if anyone wants to go walking around campus, she was cute so of course I offered to be her escort.
After walking around for an half an hour or so, I just get this huge head rush and had to sit down. We found a bench so I plucked down, she whips out a camera and starts taking random pictures while I'm just starting to get this feel this rush that everything is happening faster than it should be. I start freaking out a bit and I demand that we start heading back to the dorms (bunks). I walk her back to her room then rush to the bunk I was assigned to. Low and behold when I walk through the door it's the cadet that handed me the brownie. We do nothing but stare at each other for a good 30 secs and then just start giggle uncontrollably for 15 minutes then he starting free styling and I can't stop laughing I start to turn red (im a black man) and I still can't stop. My stomach starts to hurt and I still can't stop laughing actually the thought of the pain causes more laughter. Eventually I get hungry and gave the cadet $5 for 6 ramen noddle cups, which I devoured.

Note: I was high for the half of the next day too, strong ass brownies mayn.

 

I am glad you liked it. I love to tell a good story. Just imagine how I would have told that story sitting around having a few beers and smoking a bowl.

 

startreken: just read yours. good writing, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. thanks for taking the time to share your experience :cheers2:

 

totally dude, i just went back and read the whole thing.

you're a really good writer!

and i found the book "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test" a few days ago, i think i'm going to read it. i love stephen king, and the same types of books you do

 

I personally own over 3000 books. Like I said I love to read. If you want to really understand some of the drug culture books I recomend picking up "On the Road" and "Zen and the Art of Motercycle Maintainance". They talk about drugs but it's more about understanding the time. If I were to package a set of books to discribe that time I would include those.