The evening began with 4 friends and I consuming a tightly rolled spliff containing some decent quality hydroponic marijuana.
Shortly after finishing the spliff, two of our group decided to leave. This left myself and my mate D, and my other mate B.
We moved from the porch which overlooked the dimly-lit back garden, with its rusted trampoline and dilapidated fence, into the living room. Here we engaged in the mindless fun of watching cartoons blazed for a while.
After about half an hour, D pulled forth from his backpack a surprise - the best looking blunt I had ever seen. He informed us that it was rolled with a specially flavoured banana wrap, and contained 2.5 grams of potent bud.
FUCK IT lets smoke this thing then!
Out onto the back porch we march, already buzzing quite well from the previous spliff. TSK TSK TSK...D starts the thing off, taking a hit and licking his lips, clearly enjoying the flavour and aroma of the blunt.
By now, I feel like a legitimate African American gangster in the hood, sitting on the porch listening to NAS and smoking a "BLUNT MAYNE!"
I quickly remind myself however that I am a 17 year old white male; who lives in the suburbs. Anyway, back to reality.
The blunt has been in rotation now for what feels like FOREVER. Hit after hit is taken, as the marijuana slowly burns.
By now we are only half way through this thing, and I’m sitting with my eyes closed, rocking backward and forward in a quasi-spiritual, meditative state - thoughts running through my mind at 1 million miles an hour.
Suddenly, I hear a THUD - and I open my eyes to see D rolling on the floor in silent laughter, a tear rolling down his face.
He was so high he fell off of his stool because he thought there was a back piece to it.
There is a knock on the door. FUCK, I think, PARENTS! Nope, turns out B thought it would be a good idea to invite over these two FUCKING UGLY, MANLY LOOKING girls to "chill" with us.
This immediately turned my mindset to a relatively negative state - I was in no mood to deal with some self-righteous, snobby, self obsessed princesses.
They come out onto the back porch and immediately take up chairs and ignore me, sitting with their backs DIRECTLY in front of me. This annoys me, not because I feel embarrassed or rejected, but rather angered at their arrogance.
Remember, they look like MEN, and have no right to be so high and mighty.
I decided now, after 10 minutes of them blabbering mindlessly to B, who is high as fuck and is clearly not listening, to move into the living room and leave this disaster of a social situation to the other two boys.
However, this is when things got EXTREMELY strange. By now, I am HIGHER then I have ever been. That coupled with my feelings of anger and negativity towards these dudes (I mean girls) further messed with my perceptions and general bodily functions.
I suddenly realized I couldn't move. I was rooted on the spot, invisible quicksand holding my feet onto the wooden porch, the door so close yet impossible to reach. Paralyzed. Immobilized. Struck down by paraplegia, amnesia blocking my muscles ability to remember how to move.
It was a feeling of absolute desperation and of helplessness - my mind crying to pull myself together and just get inside to the comfort of a couch, but my lips unable to produce words and my legs unable to move quicker than the slightest of shuffles.
My inability to move was made worse by these pretentious bitches, judging with every move, their beady, soulless and superficial eyes watching my every move. I was afraid if I tried to move id fall. That would be sweet in front of D and B - but in front of these bitches it would provide an embarrassment I could not deal with high.
Eventually, with a burst of super human strength, I found the energy to walk the five steps into the house and made my way, VERY SLOWLY and carefully to the couch.
D, B and the bitches shortly after came inside as well, much to my dismay. The next hour was spent listening to her yap on about god knows what, D simply nodding his head and going "uh huh" and laughing where seemed appropriate. She clearly wanted his penis, to be frank, but he was incapacitated, and unable to speak, so I don’t blame him for not making a move. (Can I mention again she is ugly as hell? Action is action I suppose, especially at my age.)
D and myself eventually got a cab from nearby, which proved EXTREMELY difficult in instructing the nice Chinese man which way to go. The cab ride passed in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it I was in bed and staring at the roof, wondering what the FUCK had happened, and what factors had contributed to me literally being unable physically move.
I still can't understand how I could have possibly been that high to this day.
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Shortly after finishing the spliff, two of our group decided to leave. This left myself and my mate D, and my other mate B.
We moved from the porch which overlooked the dimly-lit back garden, with its rusted trampoline and dilapidated fence, into the living room. Here we engaged in the mindless fun of watching cartoons blazed for a while.
After about half an hour, D pulled forth from his backpack a surprise - the best looking blunt I had ever seen. He informed us that it was rolled with a specially flavoured banana wrap, and contained 2.5 grams of potent bud.
FUCK IT lets smoke this thing then!
Out onto the back porch we march, already buzzing quite well from the previous spliff. TSK TSK TSK...D starts the thing off, taking a hit and licking his lips, clearly enjoying the flavour and aroma of the blunt.
By now, I feel like a legitimate African American gangster in the hood, sitting on the porch listening to NAS and smoking a "BLUNT MAYNE!"
I quickly remind myself however that I am a 17 year old white male; who lives in the suburbs. Anyway, back to reality.
The blunt has been in rotation now for what feels like FOREVER. Hit after hit is taken, as the marijuana slowly burns.
By now we are only half way through this thing, and I’m sitting with my eyes closed, rocking backward and forward in a quasi-spiritual, meditative state - thoughts running through my mind at 1 million miles an hour.
Suddenly, I hear a THUD - and I open my eyes to see D rolling on the floor in silent laughter, a tear rolling down his face.
He was so high he fell off of his stool because he thought there was a back piece to it.
There is a knock on the door. FUCK, I think, PARENTS! Nope, turns out B thought it would be a good idea to invite over these two FUCKING UGLY, MANLY LOOKING girls to "chill" with us.
This immediately turned my mindset to a relatively negative state - I was in no mood to deal with some self-righteous, snobby, self obsessed princesses.
They come out onto the back porch and immediately take up chairs and ignore me, sitting with their backs DIRECTLY in front of me. This annoys me, not because I feel embarrassed or rejected, but rather angered at their arrogance.
Remember, they look like MEN, and have no right to be so high and mighty.
I decided now, after 10 minutes of them blabbering mindlessly to B, who is high as fuck and is clearly not listening, to move into the living room and leave this disaster of a social situation to the other two boys.
However, this is when things got EXTREMELY strange. By now, I am HIGHER then I have ever been. That coupled with my feelings of anger and negativity towards these dudes (I mean girls) further messed with my perceptions and general bodily functions.
I suddenly realized I couldn't move. I was rooted on the spot, invisible quicksand holding my feet onto the wooden porch, the door so close yet impossible to reach. Paralyzed. Immobilized. Struck down by paraplegia, amnesia blocking my muscles ability to remember how to move.
It was a feeling of absolute desperation and of helplessness - my mind crying to pull myself together and just get inside to the comfort of a couch, but my lips unable to produce words and my legs unable to move quicker than the slightest of shuffles.
My inability to move was made worse by these pretentious bitches, judging with every move, their beady, soulless and superficial eyes watching my every move. I was afraid if I tried to move id fall. That would be sweet in front of D and B - but in front of these bitches it would provide an embarrassment I could not deal with high.
Eventually, with a burst of super human strength, I found the energy to walk the five steps into the house and made my way, VERY SLOWLY and carefully to the couch.
D, B and the bitches shortly after came inside as well, much to my dismay. The next hour was spent listening to her yap on about god knows what, D simply nodding his head and going "uh huh" and laughing where seemed appropriate. She clearly wanted his penis, to be frank, but he was incapacitated, and unable to speak, so I don’t blame him for not making a move. (Can I mention again she is ugly as hell? Action is action I suppose, especially at my age.)
D and myself eventually got a cab from nearby, which proved EXTREMELY difficult in instructing the nice Chinese man which way to go. The cab ride passed in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it I was in bed and staring at the roof, wondering what the FUCK had happened, and what factors had contributed to me literally being unable physically move.
I still can't understand how I could have possibly been that high to this day.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_cannabis
explevel_experienced
exptype_positive
exptype_difficult
roacode_smoked
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