shags2dope78
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My second experience with marijuana!
I have been smoking everyday for quite a few months now, but nothing can ever compare to my second experience with it. My first experience, all I felt was a head change, but I only got to hit a blunt a few times so that was no surprise. My second experience is a story that my friends still tell people and laugh about. It was pretty embarassing at first, but now I look at it and laugh.
My two friends always smoke a blunt or two before school. They always asked me to come along, but I never could wake up early enough. But one morning, I woke up and called them and they said they would pick me up. Now, these two guys are well-known potheads since they were little. One of them sells weed and the other sorta sells and smokes.
They pick me up and as soon as I got in the car, I smelled some pretty damn potent weed. It was real bin Laden bud. (Even when I started to buy it, I would have it in two bags under my clothes in my dresser and everytime I opened it up, I could smell it.) They were breaking it up and asked me to help. So I started breaking some up and my friend pulled out some hash. He chopped it up and sprinkled it in the blunt. Then, after a few minutes, they rolled the blunt.
We started to drive and they sparked the blunt. We had 20 minutes before we had to be at school, so we basically just drove around close to the school and smoked. As they began the light the blunt, it smelled so damn good. Then they hit it 3 times and passed it to me. I saw them hitting it hard as fuck so I thought I could. I hit it as hard as they were hitting it and within 3 seconds, I began to cough my ass off. They started laughing and threw me a water. I drunk it and still felt like coughing, but I wanted to get high fast, so I hit it slowly. I almost coughed the second time, I had to blow the smoke out fast. Then the third time I just barely hit it and I passed it to him.
I was watching my friend hit it and then something hit me. I was stoned out of my mind. I could feel my eyes get glazed and I knew they were bloodshot. I just sat there, but I became to get paranoid. I was thinking, "What if the teachers know I'm high? What if they can smell it?" The car was smoked up. They passed it to me and I hit it 3 more times and got even more higher to the point where I couldn't raise my head. I was thinking I was a puss because my friends are in the front hitting it hard as fuck and they are acting straight, even though they are saying they are high as fuck, and I can't even hold my head up. It went around for a good 5 times and then they stopped on the side of the road.
The driver said, "Anyone want a shotgun?" I was scared shitless. What if a cop was driving down the road and saw us sitting here in a smoked up car? The driver gave my freind and me a shotgun and then my friend gave him one. And then it went around 2-3 times where we only hit it twice. And then we roached it. We started heading to school and I was high as fuck. The music that was playing (a rap song about weed) was fucking with me. The subs in the back of the car were shaking the car, but at that time, I thought I was so high that I was imagining the car shaking. I remember asking my friends why the car was shaking and they just started rolling laughing.
As we were heading for school, they rolled the windows down. I looked back and saw smoke coming out from the windows like an atomic bomb. When we got to school and my friend parked, we still had a few minutes to chill. We just sat in the car and a bunch of people would stop by and say they are high as fuck, but my friends are like, "Your not as high as us." Then the driver's girlfriend came to the car and even thinking about it now, I laugh my ass off. As soon as she got to the driver's window, she said, "OH...... MY.... GOD! You all are going to smell BAD like pot." That made me somewhat paranoid and then the driver said it was time to go into school.
It felt like I literally had to push my head up like gravity was just forcing it down and was stronger than me. I remember it felt like I had to throw my arm across my body so I could open the door. But for a few seconds, I could not even find the door handle. When I opened the door and stepped out, it hit me even more. I was actually stumbling for a few feet before I regained balance. When I walked into the school, I sat with my friends and they all said I smelled like pot and they said my eyes were bloodshot.
Then the bell rang to go to first period. Well, my two friends that I smoked with didn't have anything to worry about because their first period class was Plumbing. And everyone in that class smokes weed and even the teacher doesn't care if you come in there high. But I had Advanced English, full of smart people who NEVER would even think about smoking weed. When I walked in there, this one dumbass starts saying, "I smell the reefer." He said that at least 20 times. I swear to you. Then the teacher walked in and the guy said to her, "Don't you smell that. Someone has been smoking the cheeba!" The teacher just sorta ignored him.
Well, I was sitting in class, paranoid as fuck. That guy kept saying that so I decided to ask the teacher to go to the bathroom and maybe somebody will have something to get the smell off of me. I walked around the halls for 5 minutes and asked a few people that I know if they had any spray, and they didn't. So I was paranoid and pissed off and then I saw the school cop. I turned the corner and headed torwards the bathroom, but I heard his radio so I knew he was following me. So I went to the bathroom and I was so paranoid and stoned, I threw away a brand fucking new hoody. Just tossed it in the trash, thinking the smell would get off of me.
The cop walked in the bathroom as I was leaving, but didn't say anything and I walked back to class. I sat down in just a t-shirt in a freezing cold classroom in the middle of winter and the same guy said a few more times that he started to smell it again. So I asked the teacher if I could go call my mom because I'm sick and she said I could. I walk up to the office and asked one of the people in there to call my mom. I sat down and it felt like the whole office was just looking at me. I just looked at the floor. They said my mom would be there in 10 minutes so I just waited.
So my mom picked me up and said she could smell marijuana. But I just told her that people in the bathroom were smoking weed while I was throwing up. She has heard all these stories about people smoking weed in the school, so I guess she believed it. I really don't know if she did or not, but she didn't say anything.
I got home and just watched TV. For some reason, my high lasted a good 4 hours. I asked my mom to take me back to school and she did. I got there around lunch but I didn't eat. (For my first few times smoking, I never got the munchies like I do now.) I still felt a little high and my friends said they thought that I got busted.
Now, I never come to school high unless it's before a holiday where we get out like after 2 or 3 hours. During those days, the school just has Faculty vs Students basketball games or other stuff. But that was the best time of my life to be honest with you. Even though I was super paranoid, I was high. And when I got home and just relaxed, I felt perfect. I had no worries in the world.
I have been smoking everyday for quite a few months now, but nothing can ever compare to my second experience with it. My first experience, all I felt was a head change, but I only got to hit a blunt a few times so that was no surprise. My second experience is a story that my friends still tell people and laugh about. It was pretty embarassing at first, but now I look at it and laugh.
My two friends always smoke a blunt or two before school. They always asked me to come along, but I never could wake up early enough. But one morning, I woke up and called them and they said they would pick me up. Now, these two guys are well-known potheads since they were little. One of them sells weed and the other sorta sells and smokes.
They pick me up and as soon as I got in the car, I smelled some pretty damn potent weed. It was real bin Laden bud. (Even when I started to buy it, I would have it in two bags under my clothes in my dresser and everytime I opened it up, I could smell it.) They were breaking it up and asked me to help. So I started breaking some up and my friend pulled out some hash. He chopped it up and sprinkled it in the blunt. Then, after a few minutes, they rolled the blunt.
We started to drive and they sparked the blunt. We had 20 minutes before we had to be at school, so we basically just drove around close to the school and smoked. As they began the light the blunt, it smelled so damn good. Then they hit it 3 times and passed it to me. I saw them hitting it hard as fuck so I thought I could. I hit it as hard as they were hitting it and within 3 seconds, I began to cough my ass off. They started laughing and threw me a water. I drunk it and still felt like coughing, but I wanted to get high fast, so I hit it slowly. I almost coughed the second time, I had to blow the smoke out fast. Then the third time I just barely hit it and I passed it to him.
I was watching my friend hit it and then something hit me. I was stoned out of my mind. I could feel my eyes get glazed and I knew they were bloodshot. I just sat there, but I became to get paranoid. I was thinking, "What if the teachers know I'm high? What if they can smell it?" The car was smoked up. They passed it to me and I hit it 3 more times and got even more higher to the point where I couldn't raise my head. I was thinking I was a puss because my friends are in the front hitting it hard as fuck and they are acting straight, even though they are saying they are high as fuck, and I can't even hold my head up. It went around for a good 5 times and then they stopped on the side of the road.
The driver said, "Anyone want a shotgun?" I was scared shitless. What if a cop was driving down the road and saw us sitting here in a smoked up car? The driver gave my freind and me a shotgun and then my friend gave him one. And then it went around 2-3 times where we only hit it twice. And then we roached it. We started heading to school and I was high as fuck. The music that was playing (a rap song about weed) was fucking with me. The subs in the back of the car were shaking the car, but at that time, I thought I was so high that I was imagining the car shaking. I remember asking my friends why the car was shaking and they just started rolling laughing.
As we were heading for school, they rolled the windows down. I looked back and saw smoke coming out from the windows like an atomic bomb. When we got to school and my friend parked, we still had a few minutes to chill. We just sat in the car and a bunch of people would stop by and say they are high as fuck, but my friends are like, "Your not as high as us." Then the driver's girlfriend came to the car and even thinking about it now, I laugh my ass off. As soon as she got to the driver's window, she said, "OH...... MY.... GOD! You all are going to smell BAD like pot." That made me somewhat paranoid and then the driver said it was time to go into school.
It felt like I literally had to push my head up like gravity was just forcing it down and was stronger than me. I remember it felt like I had to throw my arm across my body so I could open the door. But for a few seconds, I could not even find the door handle. When I opened the door and stepped out, it hit me even more. I was actually stumbling for a few feet before I regained balance. When I walked into the school, I sat with my friends and they all said I smelled like pot and they said my eyes were bloodshot.
Then the bell rang to go to first period. Well, my two friends that I smoked with didn't have anything to worry about because their first period class was Plumbing. And everyone in that class smokes weed and even the teacher doesn't care if you come in there high. But I had Advanced English, full of smart people who NEVER would even think about smoking weed. When I walked in there, this one dumbass starts saying, "I smell the reefer." He said that at least 20 times. I swear to you. Then the teacher walked in and the guy said to her, "Don't you smell that. Someone has been smoking the cheeba!" The teacher just sorta ignored him.
Well, I was sitting in class, paranoid as fuck. That guy kept saying that so I decided to ask the teacher to go to the bathroom and maybe somebody will have something to get the smell off of me. I walked around the halls for 5 minutes and asked a few people that I know if they had any spray, and they didn't. So I was paranoid and pissed off and then I saw the school cop. I turned the corner and headed torwards the bathroom, but I heard his radio so I knew he was following me. So I went to the bathroom and I was so paranoid and stoned, I threw away a brand fucking new hoody. Just tossed it in the trash, thinking the smell would get off of me.
The cop walked in the bathroom as I was leaving, but didn't say anything and I walked back to class. I sat down in just a t-shirt in a freezing cold classroom in the middle of winter and the same guy said a few more times that he started to smell it again. So I asked the teacher if I could go call my mom because I'm sick and she said I could. I walk up to the office and asked one of the people in there to call my mom. I sat down and it felt like the whole office was just looking at me. I just looked at the floor. They said my mom would be there in 10 minutes so I just waited.
So my mom picked me up and said she could smell marijuana. But I just told her that people in the bathroom were smoking weed while I was throwing up. She has heard all these stories about people smoking weed in the school, so I guess she believed it. I really don't know if she did or not, but she didn't say anything.
I got home and just watched TV. For some reason, my high lasted a good 4 hours. I asked my mom to take me back to school and she did. I got there around lunch but I didn't eat. (For my first few times smoking, I never got the munchies like I do now.) I still felt a little high and my friends said they thought that I got busted.
Now, I never come to school high unless it's before a holiday where we get out like after 2 or 3 hours. During those days, the school just has Faculty vs Students basketball games or other stuff. But that was the best time of my life to be honest with you. Even though I was super paranoid, I was high. And when I got home and just relaxed, I felt perfect. I had no worries in the world.
