PlutarianSPACEcowboy
Bluelighter
Marijuana- 1st time-- Once upon a time...
two young boys wandered into their Dad's room searching for a pocket knife. What they found, a bad of weed. Being the crazy gremlins that they are, they took a nice size bud and went searching for a smoking device. Searching through underwear droors and closets and all types of places they found what looked like an old wooden native american pipe. With their supplies in hand, they trotted down the street to a large underground drainage pipe that they turned into a fort. Within seconds, the weed was packing and the little rascals were puffing away like true Tomahawk warriors. As smoke poured out of the pipe, two other little boys arrived, but quickly left because they acutally believed what those D.A.R.E. officers told them. The two little boys kept chonging until there stash was no more.
As they climbed out of the tunnel everything seems slow and distorted. They looked around and said "holy shit, were high!" As they slowly cruised the nighborhood, the most dreadful sound arrived at their ears....The Call of the Mothers! They two boys heard their moms screaming for them to come home for dinner. <<Panic>> They started on their way home, but everything was moving so slow, a step felt like 1 hour, they were going no where! Half way through the journey, the idea popped in their head that their breathe reeeaked of weed. The solution....chomp down on some grass. The two boys chewed up grass like it was nothing, trying to rid themselves of the sweet stench of ganja! As they slowly approached him, the two boys reflected on how high they actually felt. They had seen one of their dads smoked weed, and go one with his daily activities. But here they were, tripping the hell out!
Anways, these two boys were me and my best friend in the summer after 5th grade. I always remember this story, and how incredibly high I got the first time, probably because we were way too young to be smoking. But im glad I expierenced my first drug, with no peer pressure at all.Everything turned out fine, because our moms didnt suspect a thing, being that we were 11 years old!
two young boys wandered into their Dad's room searching for a pocket knife. What they found, a bad of weed. Being the crazy gremlins that they are, they took a nice size bud and went searching for a smoking device. Searching through underwear droors and closets and all types of places they found what looked like an old wooden native american pipe. With their supplies in hand, they trotted down the street to a large underground drainage pipe that they turned into a fort. Within seconds, the weed was packing and the little rascals were puffing away like true Tomahawk warriors. As smoke poured out of the pipe, two other little boys arrived, but quickly left because they acutally believed what those D.A.R.E. officers told them. The two little boys kept chonging until there stash was no more.
As they climbed out of the tunnel everything seems slow and distorted. They looked around and said "holy shit, were high!" As they slowly cruised the nighborhood, the most dreadful sound arrived at their ears....The Call of the Mothers! They two boys heard their moms screaming for them to come home for dinner. <<Panic>> They started on their way home, but everything was moving so slow, a step felt like 1 hour, they were going no where! Half way through the journey, the idea popped in their head that their breathe reeeaked of weed. The solution....chomp down on some grass. The two boys chewed up grass like it was nothing, trying to rid themselves of the sweet stench of ganja! As they slowly approached him, the two boys reflected on how high they actually felt. They had seen one of their dads smoked weed, and go one with his daily activities. But here they were, tripping the hell out!
Anways, these two boys were me and my best friend in the summer after 5th grade. I always remember this story, and how incredibly high I got the first time, probably because we were way too young to be smoking. But im glad I expierenced my first drug, with no peer pressure at all.Everything turned out fine, because our moms didnt suspect a thing, being that we were 11 years old!
