Manne
Bluelighter
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This will indeed be something difficult for me to paint thoroughly, especially since it's my first high and trip report. So, forgive my idiocy.
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This girl, K, goes to my school, though I've never met her, except through the internet. So yesterday, we start talking (for the first time) at about 5 AM. We talked about different stuff, and I asked if she really smoked weed, since she said something hinting at it at one point during the conversation. She said that she did, and I said I've never tried and would like to. She seemed cool, but she let it go. Later that night, she asked me for my address, because she wanted to go out with me with her friend to the arcade for a game of billiards. I snuck out of the house without telling my parents; MISTAKE #1.
9:00-9:10 PM? : We start driving to the arcade, and I had no idea what was to happen next, as I had only met her now. There was a guy in the front seat, who will be called D, and he seemed cool. I saw D unravel a bag, which, by the way the convo was going that day, I knew contained pot. I'd never been this close! He loaded up the first pipe I had ever seen. K asked if I wanted to try, and that she didn't want to pressure me if I didn't want to. I totally wanted to, so I said so. D lit up and inhaled, and I watched carefully, trying to combine what I've read about how to dose online with what I was seeing here. D handed me the pipe and I lit up, and inhaled deeply, making sure to keep my breath in as long as I could, and then exhaled. Surprisingly, I didn't cough and the taste wasn't as bad as it's been depicted as. I handed the pipe back to D, who handed it to K. They asked if I felt anything, and said no, and had heard that many first timers never got high their first time. All I felt was a little bit giggly, which could be explained by my deep love for drugs which could just be some dopamine excretion from thinking I could be high. I got another hit, and continued my way through what I had learned from the others. Meanwhile, we're talking about different stuff, mostly different things about weed, different drugs, and school. All the time I got them to crack up loads.
9:20-10 PM : We get to the arcade and enter, and I could tell that I was definitely feeling effects, though not as strong as I had thought. We get in and seize a pool table, and we set the rack. I try to play, but my hands are shaky, even though I feel totally relaxed, and the music playing in the background is awesome, even though in any normal state I would be complaining about it. It takes the three of us about 30 minutes to get through one set, and D pretty much was the straightest and most in control one there. By the time we finish, we're not allowed to play another game because it's so late. My phone rings, and it's my mom, and I can tell I'm screwed, so I move to a semi-quiet area of the arcade and talk to her. MISTAKE # 2: She's wondering where I am, who I'm with, how old they are, what grade they are, if they can drive, when I'm coming home, etc, just blasting my fucking skull when I'm pretty stoned. I tell her I'll be back at like 1 AM, but I can tell that didn't work, then say 12 AM. She says 12, latest. I tell her I'll be okay and we're at the arcade. I hang up and don't let this ruin my trip, and don't worry or else I won't enjoy myself either way. We move through the arcade, going to the Subway next door, but it's closed.
10:05-10:25? : We get into the car and light up again, going to K's job at a pizza parlour. After the second light, I start to feel even more giggly, and the disc jockey's voice sounds beautiful for some reason, and I'm entranced. Meanwhile, K was trying to talk to D, who was also transfixed by the personality's voice. We get to K's job and we go in the back entrance and score some free sodas. Since we're back in the kitchen, we hung around with the manager and head cook, who was really cool even though I couldn't catch anything he was saying to K and D. The soda tasted amazing in comparison to the hot air I had inhaled. Simply: it was the best soda of my life. I look behind me to the other side of the kitchen, and these Mexicans are just looking at me and laughing, but being really secretive about it. I ask "What's up?" and they say nothing... freaked me out, and kinda pissed me off. I hate people talking under their breaths about people when they're just trying to have a good time. So, we got out of there and headed downtown. I check my phone, and can see I got a missed call, but don't call back : MISTAKE # 3.
10:30ish : We get out and back into the car and head downtwon just to bullshit, and we light up again. I guess I got too confident and I inhale waaaay too much and hold it in for like 20 seconds, then spew the smoke, coughing violently. I say sorry and they say it's okay and they guide me through getting the cough out better. They were awesome guys :D. We didn't do anything downtown, even though we drove all the way down there. My brother's girlfriend calls me and asks me where I am. I tell her I'm coming home, and she asks me where I am again, and I tell her we're on the highway. She asks how long it'll be til I get home, and I say about 10 minutes. My brother gets on the phone and asks where I am, and I tell him on the highway. He asks again, which I can't fucking understand, since I know the pot hasn't messed up my speech that much. I get home, and say goodbye to my firstday friends K and D, and thank them so much for "popping my drug cherry."Anyways, I get in at like 10:45, finding nobody there. I call my brother and ask if I should call and tell my parents that I'm home. He says to wait outside, but I say I'm already inside, and he repeats to wait outside. I wait outside, and kind of start nodding when I close my eyes and put my head down. I looka round outside when I'm on the front steps and I always think I'm seeing someone running away from my peripheral. I turn to look repeatedly, but know there's nothing there. I think about what's happened and how wonderful the experience was. My brothers girlfriend's car pulls up and she gets out quickly and walks up to me. She says that for the last hour she's been driving around tryinng to find me becaiuse my parents told her to. And her mother was pissed at her for being late home. So baically she hates me now. I tried explaining myself, and I think I did okay, but still, the pressure and confrontation wasn't that fun while high.
11:00 : I call my mom and say I'm home and she hangs up on me. Shit.
11:05-? I look in the fridge and find my favorite meal -- tuna. I put some on bread and eat it, meanwhile putting the dirty fork in the sink. I get the urge to eat another one, go back into the kitchen, and make another sandwich with a clean fork. These tuna sandwiches were the best in my entire lifetime. I loved it. I go watch the opening monologue of Letterman, who I usually hate, and loved it.
See, kids? Only potheads like David Letterman! I'm instantly hungry again, and make another 2 sandwiches and watch some of O Brother, Where Art Thou? I come up with the oddest piece of philosophy I've though in a while. " A soul is like a Green Card, if you don't have it, you go back to hell. " It was funny and amazing at the time.
I turn off the movie and move into my room and listen to Simon and Garfunkel while laying down on the bed, and listen to the lyrics. Every word seems to enhance my mood and seems to be the only word that should be used for that song. Everything seemed right, even though in the morning I'll be screwed over by my strict parents. I nod for like 2 hours, and come to when I can finally get onto the computer to type this thing up. I'm still coming down even when I wake up and hit baseline at about 2:30. Surpising it lasted that long, especially with pot.
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Apart from my family just bugging the hell out, it was great.
Thank you for bearing with the holes in the story, if any!
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This girl, K, goes to my school, though I've never met her, except through the internet. So yesterday, we start talking (for the first time) at about 5 AM. We talked about different stuff, and I asked if she really smoked weed, since she said something hinting at it at one point during the conversation. She said that she did, and I said I've never tried and would like to. She seemed cool, but she let it go. Later that night, she asked me for my address, because she wanted to go out with me with her friend to the arcade for a game of billiards. I snuck out of the house without telling my parents; MISTAKE #1.
9:00-9:10 PM? : We start driving to the arcade, and I had no idea what was to happen next, as I had only met her now. There was a guy in the front seat, who will be called D, and he seemed cool. I saw D unravel a bag, which, by the way the convo was going that day, I knew contained pot. I'd never been this close! He loaded up the first pipe I had ever seen. K asked if I wanted to try, and that she didn't want to pressure me if I didn't want to. I totally wanted to, so I said so. D lit up and inhaled, and I watched carefully, trying to combine what I've read about how to dose online with what I was seeing here. D handed me the pipe and I lit up, and inhaled deeply, making sure to keep my breath in as long as I could, and then exhaled. Surprisingly, I didn't cough and the taste wasn't as bad as it's been depicted as. I handed the pipe back to D, who handed it to K. They asked if I felt anything, and said no, and had heard that many first timers never got high their first time. All I felt was a little bit giggly, which could be explained by my deep love for drugs which could just be some dopamine excretion from thinking I could be high. I got another hit, and continued my way through what I had learned from the others. Meanwhile, we're talking about different stuff, mostly different things about weed, different drugs, and school. All the time I got them to crack up loads.
9:20-10 PM : We get to the arcade and enter, and I could tell that I was definitely feeling effects, though not as strong as I had thought. We get in and seize a pool table, and we set the rack. I try to play, but my hands are shaky, even though I feel totally relaxed, and the music playing in the background is awesome, even though in any normal state I would be complaining about it. It takes the three of us about 30 minutes to get through one set, and D pretty much was the straightest and most in control one there. By the time we finish, we're not allowed to play another game because it's so late. My phone rings, and it's my mom, and I can tell I'm screwed, so I move to a semi-quiet area of the arcade and talk to her. MISTAKE # 2: She's wondering where I am, who I'm with, how old they are, what grade they are, if they can drive, when I'm coming home, etc, just blasting my fucking skull when I'm pretty stoned. I tell her I'll be back at like 1 AM, but I can tell that didn't work, then say 12 AM. She says 12, latest. I tell her I'll be okay and we're at the arcade. I hang up and don't let this ruin my trip, and don't worry or else I won't enjoy myself either way. We move through the arcade, going to the Subway next door, but it's closed.
10:05-10:25? : We get into the car and light up again, going to K's job at a pizza parlour. After the second light, I start to feel even more giggly, and the disc jockey's voice sounds beautiful for some reason, and I'm entranced. Meanwhile, K was trying to talk to D, who was also transfixed by the personality's voice. We get to K's job and we go in the back entrance and score some free sodas. Since we're back in the kitchen, we hung around with the manager and head cook, who was really cool even though I couldn't catch anything he was saying to K and D. The soda tasted amazing in comparison to the hot air I had inhaled. Simply: it was the best soda of my life. I look behind me to the other side of the kitchen, and these Mexicans are just looking at me and laughing, but being really secretive about it. I ask "What's up?" and they say nothing... freaked me out, and kinda pissed me off. I hate people talking under their breaths about people when they're just trying to have a good time. So, we got out of there and headed downtown. I check my phone, and can see I got a missed call, but don't call back : MISTAKE # 3.
10:30ish : We get out and back into the car and head downtwon just to bullshit, and we light up again. I guess I got too confident and I inhale waaaay too much and hold it in for like 20 seconds, then spew the smoke, coughing violently. I say sorry and they say it's okay and they guide me through getting the cough out better. They were awesome guys :D. We didn't do anything downtown, even though we drove all the way down there. My brother's girlfriend calls me and asks me where I am. I tell her I'm coming home, and she asks me where I am again, and I tell her we're on the highway. She asks how long it'll be til I get home, and I say about 10 minutes. My brother gets on the phone and asks where I am, and I tell him on the highway. He asks again, which I can't fucking understand, since I know the pot hasn't messed up my speech that much. I get home, and say goodbye to my firstday friends K and D, and thank them so much for "popping my drug cherry."Anyways, I get in at like 10:45, finding nobody there. I call my brother and ask if I should call and tell my parents that I'm home. He says to wait outside, but I say I'm already inside, and he repeats to wait outside. I wait outside, and kind of start nodding when I close my eyes and put my head down. I looka round outside when I'm on the front steps and I always think I'm seeing someone running away from my peripheral. I turn to look repeatedly, but know there's nothing there. I think about what's happened and how wonderful the experience was. My brothers girlfriend's car pulls up and she gets out quickly and walks up to me. She says that for the last hour she's been driving around tryinng to find me becaiuse my parents told her to. And her mother was pissed at her for being late home. So baically she hates me now. I tried explaining myself, and I think I did okay, but still, the pressure and confrontation wasn't that fun while high.
11:00 : I call my mom and say I'm home and she hangs up on me. Shit.
11:05-? I look in the fridge and find my favorite meal -- tuna. I put some on bread and eat it, meanwhile putting the dirty fork in the sink. I get the urge to eat another one, go back into the kitchen, and make another sandwich with a clean fork. These tuna sandwiches were the best in my entire lifetime. I loved it. I go watch the opening monologue of Letterman, who I usually hate, and loved it.
See, kids? Only potheads like David Letterman! I'm instantly hungry again, and make another 2 sandwiches and watch some of O Brother, Where Art Thou? I come up with the oddest piece of philosophy I've though in a while. " A soul is like a Green Card, if you don't have it, you go back to hell. " It was funny and amazing at the time. I turn off the movie and move into my room and listen to Simon and Garfunkel while laying down on the bed, and listen to the lyrics. Every word seems to enhance my mood and seems to be the only word that should be used for that song. Everything seemed right, even though in the morning I'll be screwed over by my strict parents. I nod for like 2 hours, and come to when I can finally get onto the computer to type this thing up. I'm still coming down even when I wake up and hit baseline at about 2:30. Surpising it lasted that long, especially with pot.
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Apart from my family just bugging the hell out, it was great.
Thank you for bearing with the holes in the story, if any!
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ah the first smoke is always so memorable. Welcome to the world of weed and drugs, it will definately make you rebel towards your strict parents
