roughHANDS'
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I'm 16 years old, live in Brasil, and had smoked weed over 20 before this (I have never gotten a sad and emotional high from weed before, as I did this time)
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Last saturday, I went on over to my friend T's house, with graffiti, marijuana and videogames on my mind (after all, these three things were gonna be exactly what the day was gonna be)
I started off the day by smoking a roach of in-discriminable weed I had smoked a day prior (on Friday) when I was going to hit the shower. I felt it rising to my head, and this enjoyable high was awesome, as I was just chillin in the bath and later chillin on my laptop listening to Originais do Samba and Jorge Ben Jor. I left the house around one hour after smoking, as my friend called me up, and I got a ride.
The trip to my friend's house was approximately 45 min long, and I just sat in the passenger seat and kept looking out the window (still listening to music). I felt this cold, sad and yet amazingly enjoyable feeling rising up to my head, as I listened to Cypress Hill's Killa Hill Niggas song (trippiest intro ever).
I got to my friend's house, and since the whole day was gonna be both of us doing shit together, he started a barbecue fire to grill some meat..and pulled out another slightly taller roach of some of the weed he had been smoking (yet some more indiscriminate shit), told me he had saved it for me, and told me to flame it up. I did, and five minutes later I sat on the sofa, just amazed at how trippy my day was and was gonna be. Promptly, my friend put some mini-rolls on the grill and started rolling another j.
We watched "Pineapple Express" and just laughed alot. T is one of my favourite buddies to smoke weed with, as we have known each other for a long time and are pratically family. Most of the shit I know about weed I learned from him and one other friend, and T is basically a role model for me.
Another J rolled, we smoked it. We were still high as hell, and the movie was quite long, so it was just a fucken enjoyable ride. Later, when the movie was over and I was still trippy as fuck, we played some PES2009 and just kicked it. Later, we got ready for some tagging on the streets and left the house.
We tagged for about 3 hours (time passed by just so fucking fast I was amazed), and most of that time I was just trippin, conscious of everything around me, and obviously able to mantain a fluid dialogue. Later, we bought some food to eat, and went back to his house.
We kicked it with his dad, his dad's friend, his bro and his wife and little baby for half an hour, than later went down to his room and rolled another spliff and smoked it.
This time I got so fucken trippy that I was basically just staring at the tv with my jaw slacked and my eyes nearly closed. The last joint, he said, had a good dose of hash mixed in with the weed, and that we would get really trippy. We watched another movie, one with Will Ferrell and just laughed our asses off again. We had bought some blunt wraps and my friend decided to make a mix of more hash and weed, and we started playing more PES2009.
Suddenly, the blunt is lit, and it was a fucken bomb. I coughed heavily the first time I toked it, as the smoke intake was so much higher then that of the joints. The reason for so much smoke, my friend claimed, was the mix of tobacco that went into making the blunt. Goddamn, was it good.
We were both just chillin our asses off, talking about shit. Listening to some trippy mpb (Música Popular Brasileira) in the dark, playing PES2009. We lit the last joint of the night, and promptly went to sleep. I had a pretty bad cough that day, as I had been sick the week before, and I was just coughing my ass off. My friend even checked in to see if I was good.
The next day could be described as one of the saddest of my life, as I said goodbye to my friend, and went home. I was just so anguished with the fact that it could be a good time before I hanged out with this friend again, and how much I already missed my friend who had become my bro.
The next day, I rolled myself a really small spliff, with the rest of the indiscriminate weed, smoked it, lay down on my bed, turned on the Cypress, and just started crying my ass off. I missed my friend, was pissed at school, and just felt really sad.
Don't know if its such a good trip report, but I would love feedback on this sad feeling I had the next day. Anyone else ever felt this?
Tagged by Xorkoth
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Last saturday, I went on over to my friend T's house, with graffiti, marijuana and videogames on my mind (after all, these three things were gonna be exactly what the day was gonna be)
I started off the day by smoking a roach of in-discriminable weed I had smoked a day prior (on Friday) when I was going to hit the shower. I felt it rising to my head, and this enjoyable high was awesome, as I was just chillin in the bath and later chillin on my laptop listening to Originais do Samba and Jorge Ben Jor. I left the house around one hour after smoking, as my friend called me up, and I got a ride.
The trip to my friend's house was approximately 45 min long, and I just sat in the passenger seat and kept looking out the window (still listening to music). I felt this cold, sad and yet amazingly enjoyable feeling rising up to my head, as I listened to Cypress Hill's Killa Hill Niggas song (trippiest intro ever).
I got to my friend's house, and since the whole day was gonna be both of us doing shit together, he started a barbecue fire to grill some meat..and pulled out another slightly taller roach of some of the weed he had been smoking (yet some more indiscriminate shit), told me he had saved it for me, and told me to flame it up. I did, and five minutes later I sat on the sofa, just amazed at how trippy my day was and was gonna be. Promptly, my friend put some mini-rolls on the grill and started rolling another j.
We watched "Pineapple Express" and just laughed alot. T is one of my favourite buddies to smoke weed with, as we have known each other for a long time and are pratically family. Most of the shit I know about weed I learned from him and one other friend, and T is basically a role model for me.
Another J rolled, we smoked it. We were still high as hell, and the movie was quite long, so it was just a fucken enjoyable ride. Later, when the movie was over and I was still trippy as fuck, we played some PES2009 and just kicked it. Later, we got ready for some tagging on the streets and left the house.
We tagged for about 3 hours (time passed by just so fucking fast I was amazed), and most of that time I was just trippin, conscious of everything around me, and obviously able to mantain a fluid dialogue. Later, we bought some food to eat, and went back to his house.
We kicked it with his dad, his dad's friend, his bro and his wife and little baby for half an hour, than later went down to his room and rolled another spliff and smoked it.
This time I got so fucken trippy that I was basically just staring at the tv with my jaw slacked and my eyes nearly closed. The last joint, he said, had a good dose of hash mixed in with the weed, and that we would get really trippy. We watched another movie, one with Will Ferrell and just laughed our asses off again. We had bought some blunt wraps and my friend decided to make a mix of more hash and weed, and we started playing more PES2009.
Suddenly, the blunt is lit, and it was a fucken bomb. I coughed heavily the first time I toked it, as the smoke intake was so much higher then that of the joints. The reason for so much smoke, my friend claimed, was the mix of tobacco that went into making the blunt. Goddamn, was it good.
We were both just chillin our asses off, talking about shit. Listening to some trippy mpb (Música Popular Brasileira) in the dark, playing PES2009. We lit the last joint of the night, and promptly went to sleep. I had a pretty bad cough that day, as I had been sick the week before, and I was just coughing my ass off. My friend even checked in to see if I was good.
The next day could be described as one of the saddest of my life, as I said goodbye to my friend, and went home. I was just so anguished with the fact that it could be a good time before I hanged out with this friend again, and how much I already missed my friend who had become my bro.
The next day, I rolled myself a really small spliff, with the rest of the indiscriminate weed, smoked it, lay down on my bed, turned on the Cypress, and just started crying my ass off. I missed my friend, was pissed at school, and just felt really sad.
Don't know if its such a good trip report, but I would love feedback on this sad feeling I had the next day. Anyone else ever felt this?
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_marijuana
substancecode_cannabis
substancecode_hashish
substancecode_cannabis
_combo_
explevel_experienced
exptype_positive
exptype_difficult
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
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