Let me start with describing my first time, well the first time i got high wasn't the first time i smoked it.... bah, you'll see.
I was 14. I had wanted to try herb for a while and I was at my friend's house. I didn't know he had weed, (ahhhh the irony of it, I was going to go to another friends house who I knew had weed and was offering me some but I decided to go to this other friends house because I hadn't seen him in a while) To my surprise, my friend just randomly takes a dime bag out of his wallet and shows me his gram of weed. He said that we might smoke if I wanted to, but probably not because his mom was home. Lucky me, his brother broke his arm and his mom had to take him to the hospital, we were home alone. To my utter surprise, when I asked my friend if we were going to smoke any, he said he was "not in the mood" and he didn't feel like making a piece. I was pretty desperate and he was pretty lazy, so we agreed that he would tell me exactly what to do to make a bong and I would do it so he didn't have to. (To give you an idea of how desperate I was, I had to scrub grease and hot sauce off some tinfoil that came with the chicken wings we ordered from a pizza place because his mom was all out) Finally, I had done everything he told me... The moment was at hand! We smoked it, or at least he smoked it... (I had never smoked anything before so you can imagine how awkward it was for me; looking back I realize I didn't inhale very well). I waited. Suspense was killing me. I had read up on cannabis, but experiencing it, as you all probably know, is different... I waited, confident that I was about to experience something great, because I had realized that it had started to affect my friend a lot, he was laughing pretty hard at something on the TV, and eventually started to play his guitar, but all the while I'm waiting there for it to hit me (I had experience with alcohol so I expected the onset to be similar). I was disappointed that night. I think that what I did feel was just in my mind because I was expecting it so much.
I smoked a few more times with this kid on different occasions in the following month, all with about the same effect, (actually, now that I look back, I was pretty buzzed some times...) I was about done with the herb, I thought I was nice and relaxing... but alcohol was still better...
The next month, I went to the mall with a friend (the one whose house I was suppose to go to) he immediately informed me that he had "a shit load of weed" and that me and another friend where going to smoke it. We went outside the mall and to some office building that had some apartments next to it, and my friend started to pack a bowl. I was kind of worried, we weren't exactly in the most inconspicuous of places, someone looking closely from the parking lot could easily see us. When the bowl got passed to me I overzealously took a hit because I was trying to get it over quick, I was starting to get more paranoid that we where going to get caught. I almost coughed my lung out. It was the first time I inhaled for real. After the bowl went around again and back to me, I was still shaking from coughing, but I said to my self, "what the hell, I'll take another." I will remember this hit for the rest of my life. I took it a lot more slowly, trying not to strain my lungs so much. As I was breathing the smoke in, I closed my eyes, I stared straight into myself (best way I can explain it), and slowly opened my eyes again, (this all seem to take place in a period of about ten minutes, when it was really more like 10 seconds) I exhaled, the smoke still lingering in my mouth, I didn't cough so much this time. I felt really light, my friends looked at me and said "shit man, your high." it first hit me when lifted my arms as if to stretch, I immediately fell to the ground clutching the grass for dear life. "I'm FALLING" I cried, when I looked up my friends where trying not to laugh, and then suddenly, I started cracking up. I took another hit and then I remember feeling a tingling sensation starting at my toes going all the way up my head, I could barely walk I was tingling so bad. I had to sit down a couple times. When we re-entered the mall it was CRAZY! (something special was going on, like someone famous was there so there was all these light and mall cops) I was wandering around trying to experience everything, everything felt as if it were new, in a sense, it was. We instinctively headed toward Arby's. The whole time we were in line my friend was muttering "o my god we're so high" and people where beginning to take notice. We barely managed to order roast beef sandwiches and seasoned curly fries. It was amazing. We were like a pack of wolves, people were staring at us, but I didn't care, every bite was an explosion in my mouth. All I ever needed in my life was this beautiful roast beef sandwich. When we were done we went to Mrs. Fields Cookies and bought some cookies. The sweetness amazed me, it was explosive, overpowering... After that, we went to a video game store and played the games out on display for a while, they blew my mind.
