Marijuana - Some Experience - AHH TRAIN!!!!!
Hello!
This is my first post on bluelight. I wanted to share with you all this very exciting trip I had with one of my best mates.
I think I followed the guidelines ok!?
Anyway I hope you enjoy !
Substance: Marijuana (the buds) This stuff smelt very promising.
Taken: Smoked through a make-shift bong.
Setting: The local area in which my friend lives.
People involved: Myself and my mate “Sam”
It was a typical Friday at my school. Both Sam and I were trying to figure out what we were going to do with our well earned night. It was then while a discussion topic on “Two Hands” took place during English, we decided “stuff it lets get stoned”
When school had finished I handed over some cash to Sam and we bought a 50 between us. The buds smelt very potent and promised us a very fun filled night.
I arrived at Sam’s house around about 7:00 pm (the same Friday). Sam had cut and spun up the bud, into a nice disposable container which would make it easier for us to pack up cones as we got more and more stoned throughout the night.
Sam collected the water bottle, while I snuck around to the neighbour’s yard and cut off a nice chunk of their hose. We took the cone piece out of my hash pipe and we were finally set! We walked out of the house but Sam’s mother caught us at the door and flooded us with questions. “Why is there a hose and a bottle in your hand?” Sam chucked the hose onto the ground and replied with “what the f**k ! How’d that get there” I picked it up and ran for it. Sam followed me.
We got to the top of his street. The time would have been around 7:30pm. We quickly got stuck into making the bong. We managed to make it perfectly airtight. We then filled it up at a nearby tap. At this time I was feeling very positive about what was about to happen. I know the best way to enjoy weed is to go with the flow and not to want to worked up about it.
We made our way to the very top of the street where we sat down hidden in the bushes. I packed up my first cone, flicked the glorious flame onto the cone and pulled the whole thing. I held it in for about 10 seconds and exhaled. Sam had a cone while I coughed my lungs out for the next 5 minutes. This shit was good. I packed my second cone up as Sam did the coughing, and pulled it right through. (Not as much coughing this time round)I was feeling excited !
At about 7:45pm a van pulled up right next to our little bush. At this point I believe the bud must have kicked in a little bit, since an extreme wave of paranoia washed over me. Sam exclaimed that it was an undercover cop out looking for stoners. At this point I got up and ran as fast as I could down a nearby trail that lead along side some railroad tracks. (A little bit hard to run as things seemed to float passed) Sam followed me down, and we ran until we couldn’t be bothered running anymore. At this point I started to relax and enjoy the feeling of being stoned. I could feel a huge smile creep over my face. (I always feel like such a retard when I’m stoned)
We had only managed to pull two cones each but I was feeling the effects pretty strongly.
At this point I exclaimed to Sam that I was in a cinema with wide screen vision.
(The widescreen vision thing came from the fact that my eyes were semi closed creating back borders on the top and bottom of my vision)
Sam laughed histerically at this idea, and said that he could see it too. I started imagining the Dobly Digital surround sound test you get when you watch DVD’s or go to the movies. The sounds of bubbles and water drops floated around me. It was cool.
We decided to have a few more cones before we got to the other side of the trail. The time would have been around 8:00pm at this point. I packed myself a huge cone and got through about three quarters of it. I coughed my lungs out and Sam finished the rest of it off. We must have been sitting there pulling cones for what seemed like an eternity when we were interrupted……..
What we hadn’t realized was that we were right up against a metal chain-link fence, slightly over looking the public railway.
Sam was leaning up against the fence. He exclaimed that he felt like he was sinking into it.
I was happily pulling a cone at this point when out of nowhere, millions and millions of lights flew right passed me. Huge faces glared back, each seemed to be scolding me. I dropped the bong and kept saying “SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!” over and over again, until the lights and faces disappeared as quickly as they came. I looked at Sam, and we simultaneously burst out laughing. We couldn’t stop. We fell to the ground and rolled around for about 10 minutes, laughing until our stomachs hurt. We didn’t even hear the train approaching.
I think myself and Sam were very stoned at this point. (VERY, VERY STONED)
We decided that we had smoked enough for the night and attempted to throw the bong away, but it ended up about 2 feet in front off us. (trouble with co-ordination) We burst out laughing once again, but managed to control ourselves. I put the container of bud in my pocket and we both set off down the trail in the search of munchies.
We arrived at a main road and attempted to walk in a straight line down the side. We must have looked pretty funny. I was trying to act straight but I kept stepping on Sam’s shoes. Out of the blue we burst out laughing once again. We held onto the hand rail (which was on the side of the road), to support ourselves from falling over. I managed to break our laughter by pointing to a nearby video store.
The time was around 8:30 when we arrived at the store. It felt as if time had been slowed down, and when I looked at my phone I remember being shocked that it was still early.
So many people were walking in and out of the store, it was all a little overwhelming for me with all the people and bright lights everywhere, so I sent Sam in with 20 bucks.
I leant against a telegraph pole trying to look straight. I waited for Sam to buy some munchies.
Sam finally emerged from the store with packets of chips and chocolate bars all grasped in his hands. I grabbed a pack of chips and dug in. These were the nicest things I had tasted in a long time. People stared at us as we were walking along. The paranoia that hit me with the van incident swept over me again. I told Sam that we have to get back to the trail.
We walked back towards the trail but made a detour to a hot food place. We bought two large bags of hot chips and scoffed them down. At this point I’d had enough and wanted to go home. I was feeling pretty fucked up at this point, and I think Sam was feeling quite similar.
We made it back to the top of Sam’s street. I looked at my phone and the time was around 9:15pm. I rang my mum to come and pick me up. We sat outside Sam’s house waiting for my mum, when Sam suddenly ran off. The next thing I heard was a lot of liquid hitting the pavement.
My mum arrived soon after (9:15pm) I was trying to walk in a straight line towards her car but I was blinded by the headlights. I said goodbye to Sam, got in the car and fell asleep.
I think overall this trip was one of the best Friday nights I have ever spent in a long while. I’m not usually a big smoker, neither is Sam (explains our coughing) but we had a very fun enjoyable experience. I laugh when ever I think about it. (Especially the train incident)
Thank you !
[ 24 September 2002: Message edited by: -mattum- ]
Hello!
This is my first post on bluelight. I wanted to share with you all this very exciting trip I had with one of my best mates.
I think I followed the guidelines ok!?
Anyway I hope you enjoy !
Substance: Marijuana (the buds) This stuff smelt very promising.
Taken: Smoked through a make-shift bong.
Setting: The local area in which my friend lives.
People involved: Myself and my mate “Sam”
It was a typical Friday at my school. Both Sam and I were trying to figure out what we were going to do with our well earned night. It was then while a discussion topic on “Two Hands” took place during English, we decided “stuff it lets get stoned”
When school had finished I handed over some cash to Sam and we bought a 50 between us. The buds smelt very potent and promised us a very fun filled night.
I arrived at Sam’s house around about 7:00 pm (the same Friday). Sam had cut and spun up the bud, into a nice disposable container which would make it easier for us to pack up cones as we got more and more stoned throughout the night.
Sam collected the water bottle, while I snuck around to the neighbour’s yard and cut off a nice chunk of their hose. We took the cone piece out of my hash pipe and we were finally set! We walked out of the house but Sam’s mother caught us at the door and flooded us with questions. “Why is there a hose and a bottle in your hand?” Sam chucked the hose onto the ground and replied with “what the f**k ! How’d that get there” I picked it up and ran for it. Sam followed me.
We got to the top of his street. The time would have been around 7:30pm. We quickly got stuck into making the bong. We managed to make it perfectly airtight. We then filled it up at a nearby tap. At this time I was feeling very positive about what was about to happen. I know the best way to enjoy weed is to go with the flow and not to want to worked up about it.
We made our way to the very top of the street where we sat down hidden in the bushes. I packed up my first cone, flicked the glorious flame onto the cone and pulled the whole thing. I held it in for about 10 seconds and exhaled. Sam had a cone while I coughed my lungs out for the next 5 minutes. This shit was good. I packed my second cone up as Sam did the coughing, and pulled it right through. (Not as much coughing this time round)I was feeling excited !
At about 7:45pm a van pulled up right next to our little bush. At this point I believe the bud must have kicked in a little bit, since an extreme wave of paranoia washed over me. Sam exclaimed that it was an undercover cop out looking for stoners. At this point I got up and ran as fast as I could down a nearby trail that lead along side some railroad tracks. (A little bit hard to run as things seemed to float passed) Sam followed me down, and we ran until we couldn’t be bothered running anymore. At this point I started to relax and enjoy the feeling of being stoned. I could feel a huge smile creep over my face. (I always feel like such a retard when I’m stoned)
We had only managed to pull two cones each but I was feeling the effects pretty strongly.
At this point I exclaimed to Sam that I was in a cinema with wide screen vision.
(The widescreen vision thing came from the fact that my eyes were semi closed creating back borders on the top and bottom of my vision)
Sam laughed histerically at this idea, and said that he could see it too. I started imagining the Dobly Digital surround sound test you get when you watch DVD’s or go to the movies. The sounds of bubbles and water drops floated around me. It was cool.
We decided to have a few more cones before we got to the other side of the trail. The time would have been around 8:00pm at this point. I packed myself a huge cone and got through about three quarters of it. I coughed my lungs out and Sam finished the rest of it off. We must have been sitting there pulling cones for what seemed like an eternity when we were interrupted……..
What we hadn’t realized was that we were right up against a metal chain-link fence, slightly over looking the public railway.
Sam was leaning up against the fence. He exclaimed that he felt like he was sinking into it.
I was happily pulling a cone at this point when out of nowhere, millions and millions of lights flew right passed me. Huge faces glared back, each seemed to be scolding me. I dropped the bong and kept saying “SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!” over and over again, until the lights and faces disappeared as quickly as they came. I looked at Sam, and we simultaneously burst out laughing. We couldn’t stop. We fell to the ground and rolled around for about 10 minutes, laughing until our stomachs hurt. We didn’t even hear the train approaching.
I think myself and Sam were very stoned at this point. (VERY, VERY STONED)
We decided that we had smoked enough for the night and attempted to throw the bong away, but it ended up about 2 feet in front off us. (trouble with co-ordination) We burst out laughing once again, but managed to control ourselves. I put the container of bud in my pocket and we both set off down the trail in the search of munchies.
We arrived at a main road and attempted to walk in a straight line down the side. We must have looked pretty funny. I was trying to act straight but I kept stepping on Sam’s shoes. Out of the blue we burst out laughing once again. We held onto the hand rail (which was on the side of the road), to support ourselves from falling over. I managed to break our laughter by pointing to a nearby video store.
The time was around 8:30 when we arrived at the store. It felt as if time had been slowed down, and when I looked at my phone I remember being shocked that it was still early.
So many people were walking in and out of the store, it was all a little overwhelming for me with all the people and bright lights everywhere, so I sent Sam in with 20 bucks.
I leant against a telegraph pole trying to look straight. I waited for Sam to buy some munchies.
Sam finally emerged from the store with packets of chips and chocolate bars all grasped in his hands. I grabbed a pack of chips and dug in. These were the nicest things I had tasted in a long time. People stared at us as we were walking along. The paranoia that hit me with the van incident swept over me again. I told Sam that we have to get back to the trail.
We walked back towards the trail but made a detour to a hot food place. We bought two large bags of hot chips and scoffed them down. At this point I’d had enough and wanted to go home. I was feeling pretty fucked up at this point, and I think Sam was feeling quite similar.
We made it back to the top of Sam’s street. I looked at my phone and the time was around 9:15pm. I rang my mum to come and pick me up. We sat outside Sam’s house waiting for my mum, when Sam suddenly ran off. The next thing I heard was a lot of liquid hitting the pavement.
My mum arrived soon after (9:15pm) I was trying to walk in a straight line towards her car but I was blinded by the headlights. I said goodbye to Sam, got in the car and fell asleep.
I think overall this trip was one of the best Friday nights I have ever spent in a long while. I’m not usually a big smoker, neither is Sam (explains our coughing) but we had a very fun enjoyable experience. I laugh when ever I think about it. (Especially the train incident)
Thank you !
[ 24 September 2002: Message edited by: -mattum- ]
