For those of you who feel like reading a long post-- this is pretty much like a first-time-trip-report for pot.
With all the free time and boredom I have... I figured I'd chronicle my new found drug use on this site. So that's what this blog is going to be about, I think. Hopefully this will be the start of something I can reflect upon later in life to help me. That said, here I go:
I'll start by saying my 'drug life' before now has been nonexistent. I've consumed alcohol casually, and didn't think much of it, but before a few weeks ago, I had never tried any drug (aside from alcohol). I'm 18 years old and looking for something more.
The first time I tried pot, a few weeks ago, is hardly notable; I didn't get much of a high at all, which is common for the first time, I guess. I smoked a joint with a friend, and nothing much happened. So I'll skip over that story, and write about my second time, which was -a lot- better.
It all started last Wednesday, when I invited my friend over to smoke and drink for the night. I wanted to have some fun before I moved away to SF... so what better than to attempt getting stoned again, and get drunk off my ass afterward. I gave her a call up the night before, and we planned to meet around 2 pm.
Shortly after meeting up and chatting for a bit, we went to starbucks to get a drink, to which I added a shot of coffee, if it's any concern... I don't think coffee affects the high much.
So we went out into the woods near my home, whipped out my newly bought pipe, packed a bowl, and began to light up. This being my first time using a pipe, I had her light it up for me a few times before I could get the hang of it... shortly after, I was taking nice big hits of it through the pipe.
I might add, that the woods near my home were
not a good place to smoke. That was a stupid decision on my part. Not only was there a lot of think dry brush where we decided to stop, but I got tons of -- and I mean tons -- of those prickly pods from the dry weeds all over my pants, leg hair, and shoes. If we weren't careful (which we were), we could have also started a brush fire.
So, like my first time, the weed tasted TERRIBLE to me. I'm already over it, but those first few times smoking, it almost made me gag. My friend got impatient with me because I had to take long breaks between each drag.
Shortly after smoking through the first bowl (smoked two bowls total) I started to feel a little different, maybe things seemed brighter, I couldn't tell, but once we finished the second bowl, I started to get a little paranoid. The last hit I took, I got confused when I thought I was lighting it, but just had the gas down on the lighter. I didn't realize at the time, but I think the mj was making me paranoid that I inhaled too much lighter fluid. I started to feel a warm tingly feeling going through my chest, and it freaked me out for a minute, but it went away once I realized I was playing tricks on myself.
As we were walking back out of the forest, and talking to each other, I noticed I was spacing out a lot. And I thought that was as high as I would get. We started smoking around 3:45, and this was probably around 4:15, so I figured 30 mins for it to kick in completely was enough. I thought
this is pretty fun, but not really as good as I expected, as we continued to walk and talk. So I was pretty much just laughing, and spacing out, as far as I knew.
When we got home (probably around 4:30), I hadn't noticed much of a difference from how high I was earlier... I sat down in my living room, while my friend, still chatting with me, went to fix her makeup in the bathroom. She would be talking, and falling over in the bathroom, and I would be laughing at something. We did this for what felt like 5 or 10 mins (which was probably only about 1 min)... and I didn't notice it, but I was having a mild hallucination. Everything around me, the entire house, carpet, world -everything- had disappeared, except for my friend, the light fixture above her head (which I couldn't physically see), the bathroom, and the spot I was sitting at, trying to pick out all the seeds on my legs and feet. I had no idea, but everything around me was lost, and the things that hadn't disappeared were in a night-like, dark realm. I was kind of in a 'dream state', though; so, when I realized I was kind of hallucinating, I would snap out of it, and the room/world would be back. All of my memories of the seconds and minutes before were like looking back on a dream you just had shortly after waking. After that first time of snapping out of my delirium (if it's even worthy of being called 'delirium'; this is just pot, remember), I realized,
wow, I'm really fucking stoned right now.
Each time I would snap out of this 'dream state', I would be back to reality for just like 5 seconds or so. It was really weird... and fun. My time perception would also get fucked up because of this sleep-like thing. I went out into the living room at one point to pick more seeds out of my shoes, and when I came back into the kitchen, and looked at the clock, I said, "Holy shit! It's been
two fucking minutes!!"
I also was doing all sorts of nonsensical things. For instance, I went outside to wash off my pipe with the hose (only god knows why), and I ended up spraying myself, and as soon as I walked back inside, I could hardly remember doing it. I would take out my phone, text my friend, then instantly forget I just texted him/her. And sometime in my stupidity, my friend showed hers: she tried to get soap out of the soap dispenser at the sink, and surprised the hell out of herself when she realized that laundry detergent wasn't supposed to come out of it, but hand soap.
I spent the rest of the time until around 6:00 pm trying to explain to my friend how stoned I was. Each time I would try to explain it, I would say something like, "This is like a dream." Or, "I'm think I'm more stoned than you." And each time I snapped out of the 'dream state', I'd say one of those lines, and continue trying to explain it to her, while I drifted back into my delirium and became incoherent. According to her, I pretty much just kept repeating those lines for an hour.
I was still stoned when I started drinking, so I became cross faded. All I remember about that is not liking it as much as just being stoned. After 6:30, the rest of the night turns into a drunken haze. And tu'duh! I wake up in the morning with a bump on my head.
I've decided I don't like alcohol that much, won't spend a lot of money on booze, and that I like pot, and will continue to chronicle my drug use.
...oh ya, and somewhere in there, a jar of cookies was eaten, but I didn't notice I was eating them.
-ps. I apologize for my writing, while I'm sure you've seen worse, even I found it a little difficult to read.
I'm really bad at describing things sometimes.
