My first time

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Well, every great adventure starts with a beginning. And sometimes people need to experience what they are talking about just to understand both sides. Right? Now this was a long time ago… not really, it was only about 2 years ago. I knew a guy, and well, who doesn’t. I had a friend. He had weed. Here’s how it happened…

It was the morning of April 20th. Weed was in the air. Okay, honestly, I didn’t smell any weed when I woke up on 4/20 so I’m not gonna lie to you. I don’t think I really did anything too exciting. It was a normal day. But at around 5:30 I had an idea… I saw from another one of my friends at the time that they were having a blast. Smoking weed. So I hit up my best friend at the time, and took a nice walk down the block to his place. I went downstairs to where his room was and we sat and chilled for a while. Eventually I told him I wanted to smoke weed since it was 4/20 and there was nothing holding him back. He texted all his friends to see who was smoking, after about an hour he gave up, by this time it was about 7. He whipped out an old pill jar and said, “look, I got about a gram left, I wanna get you high” so, being who we were we walked down to the church and hid in the tree line. He packed a bowl, we hit it. I didn’t feel anything. After he packed the second (the last) bowl, and we smoked half of it

he said, “are you high yet?”

I said “I think so”

He said “can you still feel your legs?”

I said “yes”

He handed me the bowl and told me he was going to light it, and I just needed to take the biggest hit I could. So… I did. After about 15 seconds of standing there after clearing the bottom half of the bowl… I was high.

I went to step and thought my legs felt like air canisters, I started walking and tripped over a bar wire fence. But I didn’t feel it. I was high. We walked back to his house and sat on his bed. Where I then received a text from a friend saying they were going to pick me up… a friend very opposed to smoking weed, and a friend very closely related to me. My mom… I started panicking, it was about 7:30 and my mom was picking me up at 8:30. I had an hour, I knew the smell would be gone. But I didn’t know I would be high still.

Well, when I got in the car, all was normal. My mom was extra nice that day and brought home some milkshakes… Oh my goodness. I LOVE milkshakes when I’m high. When we got home, I ate my milkshake so fast, avoiding all eye contact with my mom, dad, AND siblings, I went to my room, and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning feeling normal and groggy just like I usually am in the morning. I hadn’t changed as a person, I was still me, but I experienced something amazing that so many people pin as an awful thing. Before I had ever smoked or started my journey of Marijuana and learning about it, I was against smoking. I was against any recreational or medical use of the herb. Now, I have a completely different view on it. I hope you enjoyed my story, and next time I’m going to write about different strains and different ways to smoke. Have an amazing day/night.