- Where did you get it from?
- Who introduced you to it?
- Did the marijuana have a name?
- How did you smoke it – joint, blunt, pipe, bong, or other?
- Who rolled/packed it?
- How did you handle your first hit?
- Do you remember the kind of high it was – heady hallucinogenic high or a couch lock body stone?
- Did you get munchies? What did you eat if you got the munchies?
Side Story: Now, the reason we even did it in the first place was because when I went to go get condoms, I asked for Easy Riders. The dude gave me “e-z wider” which are rolling papers if you don’t know. I was too embarrassed to ask for what I really wanted and I took the papers and left.
Anyway, we’re sitting on the rocks and he pulls out this little nickle bag of green shit. We break up the bud to put in the e-z wider. Damn it all to hell if the wind aint pick up and we lose about a third of the stash. Still enough for a joint which I ended up rolling. We puffed on that shit and got NOTHING out of it. Not a damn thing whatsoever.
Note: This was also the time I found out I was violently allergic to common cigarette smoke. It’s gotten better over time to where I could tolerate it. But, there was a time where I’d get really sick. I blame this on Corey R. (yeah you but not all you) for using my furry ass face to get cigarettes and cigars. We tried that shit and I think we learned our lesson. Smoking cigarettes is horrible!
The second first time was about two years later. This is after Darron had left school but we still hung out and shit fromt time to time. All I remember was them, Darron and L, picking me up after school and hanging out in St Nick projects. They already smoked before they came. Now they smoking some more. Peer pressure with a generous shot of unfulfilled curiosity got the better of me. So, we go see Quatesha (few grades below me). We hung out in the stairwell to smoke some before we came over. This is where I made the biggest mistake of my days. I was smoking and it was getting me buzzed but not high at all. I took this deeeeeeeeep puff and ended up coughing like a maniac and then throwing up in the stairwell. Needless to say, I got harassed for that shit and I deserved it. Word travels quite incredibly in one night. I get to school the next day and everyone is coughing and making fun of me.
My third first time, the REAL first time, I was 23. Already out of college working some shitty ass job on 40th & Lexington Ave. I went to hang out with my good friend Felix I. Now, college became my sort of “fuck the bullshit, I ain’t here to play” mindset. I had sworn off girls and I definitely wasn’t doing any drugs. But now, I am out. This only meant I’d waste a few minutes on women. It had nothing to do with drugs.
So, I am sitting on this couch as I’ve done plenty of times in the past. And many times in the past, Felix has offered me some smoke. I had no problem around it. But, I wouldn’t smoke it. Nothing could move me. ROCK! I felt like a lot of people felt. It’s not for me. Smokers are successful. They’re brainless. They’re ignorant. But, I see my boy is doing well for himself and he doesn’t fit those bad boy stereotypes at all. Dude’s a fuckin nerd to be honest! LOL.
Anyway, The first time Felix does NOT ask me to smoke, out of constant rejection, I tell him to pass that shit. He’s all surprised. Felix passes me the blunt and I get my first real “I want to get fucked up!” smoke! I didn’t know what I was smoking. All I knew was that it got me HIIIIGH as all hell. We got hungry and got to ordering food and shit. Since then, it’s been no looking back, eyes on the prize, full steam ahead.
This is where my story ends!
It was at my cousins’ place. It was a couple years ago. We were all in college. It was me, my cousins D and J, and J’s girlfriend, L. They’d all been smoking for a couple years but I was all straight-edge in high school so they didn’t think I’d be up for it, but I was curious. So J and L went and bought a big bag from this guy L used to work with. She said he was a little more expensive than this other guy she could go to, but she liked this guy because he had a family to provide for.
So they came back with the stuff and J broke it up and put it in a cigar wrapper. We passed it around and listened to The Beatles. When it got to me I was nervous so I barely hit it and didn’t really inhale. They told me to try again but I started coughing so bad I almost dropped it. I ended up getting the hang of it but still hit it waaaaaay too hard. I ended up kind of laying on the couch while they were playing Halo and I started getting all paranoid and tripping out. Then I rolled over and puked all over the floor. I went upstairs to the bathroom and puked ON TOP of the toilet, then ended up sleeping on the bathroom floor for like 4 hours.
When I woke up they’d gone to the bar and I was REALLY hungry, so I went downstairs and ate like 3 pieces of this chocolate cake that was on the counter. Later that night I ended up getting sick again and puked up all the cake. I think I might have had food poisoning or something from earlier, because I was puking like 12 hours after I wasn’t high anymore.
Wow Anon.. that’s kind of a sucky first time to be throwing up so often. Was that a first and last time situation or are you ok with it now?
The first time I ever smoked was just a few months ago, and I haven’t once regretted the decision. It was the first time I’d smoked anything at all, and my body naturally didn’t want to inhale through the joint… couple of tries on that, and I just gave up on it, so my buddies passed me the bong. Sent me through the roof, but damned if it wasn’t fun. Everything was funnier and more enjoyable, and I still maintained most of my coordination. That’s the primary reason I still smoke: it’s fun. There’s no physical addiction to it; you only get as addicted as you let yourself become. Haven’t once thrown up from pot, but I have nearly passed out a couple times… ’tis the price of already being ridiculously high, then deciding a blunt is a good idea… 😀