FarfFignuton
Bluelighter
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It was 1:45 on a Friday afternoon. The bell had just rung in my high school. School was out for the weekend. In a blaze of excitement and glory, I marched out of the school with pride and made my way towards my friend's car. We'll call him J.
J is a real good friend of mine. He provides me a ride to and from school everyday. Most of my finest recollections of my entire existence have been with J. Many of those times dealt with drugs. The antics that would follow that day would go down as one of our best recollections of all time; our experimentation with Salvia divinorum.
Upon arriving at my house after a long car ride home, we noticed my parents had left. "YES!" I thought "they're gone for the day!" I invited J in the house with me. J brought along his backpack, of which its contents I did not know.
We climbed the stairs and entered my room. We locked the door. I asked J, "So whatcha got?". I knew he had something on him. He pulled out a little purple container. He opened the small can to reveal its contents to be crushed, green leaves. "What kind of weed is this?" I thought. "Not weed," replied, "Salvia." I had heard of salvia before. I'd heard countless stories of upper-class men taking huge hits of salvia and then going skateboarding amongst the clouds and other ridiculous tales of that nature. My first thought was "Hmm, maybe this isn't such a good idea." but, after a bit of peer-pressure and reassurance, it became "Hell yes, let's do this."
I had tried to do Salvia once before, but to no avail. I felt no effects and I had practically smoked an entire gram. Little did I know that at the time, my bong was cracked and was leaking air. This time around, we used J's new glass double-chamber bong (with a slide, oo la la).
Sitting on my couch, I took a huuuuuuuuge rip, and although the smoke burned my throat, I held it in for as long as I could. Finally I spit the smoke into the air as fast as I could. I coughed and gagged; I was not very accustomed to the smell and taste of this foreign smoke.
At first I felt nothing.... for about 5 seconds. Suddenly a rush of euphoria came over me. My arms were stuck to my side. My legs wouldn't listen to my brain. Everything in front of me, everything I saw, began to race by me. I was flying! Flying at high speed through a dark and gigantic galaxy. I could see the stars whizzing by my head. I felt the chilly wind blowing through my hair. Before I knew it, I was back in my room, and everything had turned to rainbow colors. I make out J's face in front of my, speaking loudly and asking me questions, but I couldn't answer. All I could do was lay back and grin stupidly and laugh. Gut busting laughing, non stop, all I could do was laugh. My wall was transforming now. My once uninteresting plain white wall had turned into a fortress palisade made entirely of little women, piled on top of each other to support the structure's weight. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before. It was absolutely beautiful. I felt like I could die at that very moment, and my life would be complete.
All the feelings I felt were euphoric. It wasn't scary, not at all, and it wasn't painful; and although it was ridiculously and overly intense, so much so that other first-time users who are unacquainted with psychedelic drugs might be very unsettled, I felt no discomfort or unease in the slightest bit. All I wanted was to be like this forever; to live out my life flying through galaxies and painting everything I touched a different color. Amazing. A truly life-changing experience.
As if from nowhere, I stopped flying. The colors of the world I had created returned to their original, boring state. The galaxy had left, and returned to it's home millions of miles away. Looking at the clock, a mere 7 and a half minutes had passed. "You've got to be kidding me" I thought to myself. I leered over at J, smiling, and with what last bit of energy I had left, I said "...your turn."
J is a real good friend of mine. He provides me a ride to and from school everyday. Most of my finest recollections of my entire existence have been with J. Many of those times dealt with drugs. The antics that would follow that day would go down as one of our best recollections of all time; our experimentation with Salvia divinorum.
Upon arriving at my house after a long car ride home, we noticed my parents had left. "YES!" I thought "they're gone for the day!" I invited J in the house with me. J brought along his backpack, of which its contents I did not know.
We climbed the stairs and entered my room. We locked the door. I asked J, "So whatcha got?". I knew he had something on him. He pulled out a little purple container. He opened the small can to reveal its contents to be crushed, green leaves. "What kind of weed is this?" I thought. "Not weed," replied, "Salvia." I had heard of salvia before. I'd heard countless stories of upper-class men taking huge hits of salvia and then going skateboarding amongst the clouds and other ridiculous tales of that nature. My first thought was "Hmm, maybe this isn't such a good idea." but, after a bit of peer-pressure and reassurance, it became "Hell yes, let's do this."
I had tried to do Salvia once before, but to no avail. I felt no effects and I had practically smoked an entire gram. Little did I know that at the time, my bong was cracked and was leaking air. This time around, we used J's new glass double-chamber bong (with a slide, oo la la).
Sitting on my couch, I took a huuuuuuuuge rip, and although the smoke burned my throat, I held it in for as long as I could. Finally I spit the smoke into the air as fast as I could. I coughed and gagged; I was not very accustomed to the smell and taste of this foreign smoke.
At first I felt nothing.... for about 5 seconds. Suddenly a rush of euphoria came over me. My arms were stuck to my side. My legs wouldn't listen to my brain. Everything in front of me, everything I saw, began to race by me. I was flying! Flying at high speed through a dark and gigantic galaxy. I could see the stars whizzing by my head. I felt the chilly wind blowing through my hair. Before I knew it, I was back in my room, and everything had turned to rainbow colors. I make out J's face in front of my, speaking loudly and asking me questions, but I couldn't answer. All I could do was lay back and grin stupidly and laugh. Gut busting laughing, non stop, all I could do was laugh. My wall was transforming now. My once uninteresting plain white wall had turned into a fortress palisade made entirely of little women, piled on top of each other to support the structure's weight. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before. It was absolutely beautiful. I felt like I could die at that very moment, and my life would be complete.
All the feelings I felt were euphoric. It wasn't scary, not at all, and it wasn't painful; and although it was ridiculously and overly intense, so much so that other first-time users who are unacquainted with psychedelic drugs might be very unsettled, I felt no discomfort or unease in the slightest bit. All I wanted was to be like this forever; to live out my life flying through galaxies and painting everything I touched a different color. Amazing. A truly life-changing experience.
As if from nowhere, I stopped flying. The colors of the world I had created returned to their original, boring state. The galaxy had left, and returned to it's home millions of miles away. Looking at the clock, a mere 7 and a half minutes had passed. "You've got to be kidding me" I thought to myself. I leered over at J, smiling, and with what last bit of energy I had left, I said "...your turn."
