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Your Most Nostalgic Stoner Moment

comin home from a club and my friend was like "everyone can smoke a bowl to themselves". i took a massive bong rip, and spent the next day rolling. i had rolled the night before with one pill and it easily lasted 24 hours. first time pillin baby!
 
I've smoked weed since I was 15, I'm nearly 21 now.

I've used all kinds of various drugs, like acid, mushies, ecstasy, meth, oxy, benzos etc etc

And marijuana still holds a special place in my heart compared to all that other stuff (something about the place it takes my head to), and still would remain my favourite drug. Even though I've used a fair bit of each of those other drugs and recognise their 'high's are much better ( in some cases ;) ).
 
The first few years that I smoked (8-11th grade) were just hilarious good times. I can hardly ever reach those levels of high any more for some reason. Possibly because I smoked everyday haha. Anyway, I just really enjoyed the teenage antics while being blazed.
 
i guess what i miss most is how fucked up I used to get.


uncontrollably cracking up at the stupidest shit and actually tripping out just a bit.
 
Not necessarily a particular moment, but what I am most nostalgic about is those first times I got high and did nothing but laugh.
Just feels so good to laugh when you're high :)
 
i've only smoked twice but my two moments so far.

the first time i smoked, i didn't get a huge reaction. it was kind of neutral but i still felt pretty good. i said something to my friend (don't remember what) and he was going to reply with that's what she said. instead he burps halfway through saying it, gets off topic and looks at my armpit. it came out as "that's wha-BLAAAARGH armpithair..." we both sat there for like 5 minutes straight laughing.

Not my most nostalgic moment though. I had a bottle of Calypso Kiwi Lemonade. It was almost gone, and at the bottom there was only a little bit of greenish clear liquid in it. We were listening to Portishead, and she said something about an ocean. All I could think of was how beautiful the ocean was, and i just sat there staring into my lemonade bottle watching the little lemon chunks floating around listening to this gorgeous, chilling trip hop music. it was very very enlightening.

ANOTHER AWESOME MOMENT: Same night. we're about to go to bed. I go downstairs and get some tonic water to drink (not gin and tonic, the water is good by itself) and we turn out the lights. my friend turns on the four foot blacklight that's above my bed. In doing this we found out that tonic water under a blacklight glows fluorescent blue. it was so mesmerizing.
 
We're talking ancient history here:

I grew up in Indiana- the land of no mountains-

One of my first hiking trips was to the Grand Teton Mountains of Wyoming. Killer Experience! Gorgeous mountains....... Warmth of August............ Crystal Clear Streams........ I drank the water straight from the creek. Giant Trees!!!......... Teton Crest Trail........... Drinking beer for 'almost' the first time..............BTW it was Coors!
Tiny bit of weed! The Grand Teton is 13,770 feet. The highest mountain in Colorado is Mt. Elbert- 14,440 feet. I'm now living at 5220- Indianapolis is 770 feet!! I've been to the summit of Long's Peak- 14,256- Four times now!!

There's some more nostalgic moments there!!!
 
When I blazed for the first time in over a year in grade 10 (this is what I consider the start of my pothead days, as before that I'd only ever smoked with my brother in gr. 7 and 8 ) with my buddy. I got fully ripped off and ended up with like .3 or .4 for $10, so I'm like "awesome I have bud!" I meet up with my friend later and he's like "dude this is NOT a gram," which I knew, but whatever. So he rolls this shitty little spliff with watermelon Juicy Jay papes (the colourful ones that come on a roll), and we cover it in honey to make it burn slow. Let me tell you, that thing lasted at least 10 minutes (although he's convinced that it was 20) and we were high as all fuck. We went to his friends house, who I now blaze with pretty regularly (this is before he started blazing I believe), and we're like fully stuck on his couch lmao

...and all the times I blazed with those guys after that, until my buddy stopped blazing (except for once every month or two)

Good times.

Oh, and all the times they had to leave early, and I'm like "fuck you guys, you always make me go home and face my parents while completely fucked and danking"
 
3 friends and I were smoking in my friend's cabin (some of the best nug we've ever smoked) and broke out into a fit of laughter. Well, one of my friends has THE HEARTIEST laugh any of us have ever heard and we just had a NON-STOP laughing fit for 10 minutes. None of us could breath. I miss those days.
 
hjj said:
when I put smoke two joints as my myspace song.

the sublime version
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love that song

"i smoke two joints before i smoke two joints, and then i smoke two more" XD

EDIT: wow, despite my username, that's the first time i'vea actually said "XD" on the site haha!
 
care free high school days of getting high, going to class and just chilling with the homies <3...i still do it, but its just not the same everyones off in college too far away to commute every single weekend :X...
 
My 3rd time was on a camping trip with 4 guys and it was a beautiful summer night, we were sitting around the fire, toked up and it was just a great night, everyone was pretty much gone.
 
Too many great memories involving pot in my life.

Honestly, I just miss that Euphoria that came with smoking. You know, when you call your friends, and you get excited and all the shit that comes with it. Ahhh the good old days.
 
So many...

Seeing my plants grow to be taller than me...

Dropping a blunt out the window while on a ride, the four of us getting out and looking for it for at least ten minutes. Man i fucked up that time. haha
 
skoat said:
So many...

Seeing my plants grow to be taller than me...

Dropping a blunt out the window while on a ride, the four of us getting out and looking for it for at least ten minutes. Man i fucked up that time. haha
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oh man, me an a few pals were walking around my neighborhood, and I had a blunt in my ear, as we were cutting between these two house I think somebody was coming out one of them and we all ran,l and the blunt fell on the ground. (already stoned)

found it after like 20 minutes of looking.

I haven't put a blunt there since.
 
I just popped in to say that I wrote an approx. 1000 word response to this thread, accidentally hit the "back one page" button on my keyboard, and lost all of it.

I remember smoking out of a squash, crouched in my backyard on a moonlit midsummer's night. I remember waiting for my parents to go to bed so I could sneak out my window and walk up to the baseball field to meet my partner in crime. I remember that yellow-green universe where everything is as novel as it was on your day of birth and the answer to life is the most hilarious joke ever passed down from providence, promptly forgotten upon the threshold of sobriety.

I remember laughing at a glass of water on a countertop for ten minutes. I remember that my gums tasted like candy. I remember when smoking some dirt weed from a soda can was a momentous occasion, to be cherished until the next session weeks later.

I remember when getting stoned was thrilling in and of itself, and not just something to chisel away a few minutes from my life. Now to get our kicks we have to do some stupid shit like sneaking onto the roof of a skyscraper to smoke a blunt and it still isn't as fun.

Fuck.
 
This story takes place after i have been smoking a good 6 months, and started selling weed myself. Me and my friend would sell 2 ounces and then have enough money to pick up 2 ounces to sell and a whole ounce to smoke, basically paying our way to free weed. We would usually save this nug for the coming days so we always have weed to smoke during the weekday because it took a few days to sell it all.

Me, my buddy, and my best friend (and my buddies friend) got ahold of my best friend's van and took it for a road trip to the desert in california. The day was April 20th, 2003. The time was about 6 pm, pst. We are parked in the middle of some dirt road off the freeway (the 10). Me and my buddy ended up rolling 2 blunts with that ounce, and the OUNCE was GONE! aka, we rolled 2 14 gram blunts (royal blunts).

We smoked both of the bluntz within 2 hours, 1 blunt an hour. and sat in the pitch black for a while just talkin and listenin to music, play some Magic the Gathering card game, and some pinochle with the four of us. After about 30 mins after the 2nd blunt we started talking about crazy shit that could happen while we were in the middle of the desert. First about mad men, murderers, and demon children. Then we started talking about animals and shit, why birds chirp, HOW complex this world is to contain something as a dog and its use. Why the universe is. How everything is so damn complex that it justifies the existance of God.... then we hear some scratching on the outside of the car....

My best turns on the lights in the car (thinking he would see outside) and just blinded us all. Then he got smart and turned on the headlights to find 4 pairs of eyes and a wolf face staring at him. Not only were these wolves in front of us but we could see that we were surrounded by them... NOT COYOTES but straight up WOLVES. After the lights were on, my Best ended up screaming his lungs out and LITERALLY shit his pants. I SHIT YOU NOT, he shit his pants....


And thats the end... After about 1 hour of non stop laughing, killing my high.
 
First time smoking with my best friends..

We went into Walgreens, looking for eye drops. Employee walks up to us, asking if he can help us find anything. My friend goes, "Yeah.. uh.. eye drops?" .. I just cracked out in laughter, and couldn't stop myself.. And yes, it was contagious. ;)

Also.. attempting to speak a sentence, then half-way through forgetting what you were even talking about.
 
we had finished smoking like half an hour ago.

my two friends were talking together, giving each other relationship advice, and I thought I was listening to the conversation... But my eyes suddenly shot wide open, and I was filled with a sense of true amazement and accomplishment. My body was brimming with the feeling of a true "eurekah!" moment. I leaned forward urgently to my friends, balling my hands into tight fists due to the pure energy of genius that had sparked within me.

I gasped out, desperately, "Dude... Do you guys like... water?"

A long moment passed. I processed what I said, and the amazement on my face fell. I blinked twice, then sat back down and stared blankly at the floor, trying to reclaim whatever divine secret I had failed to iterate.

One friend looked bemused and mildly excited/surprised. The other had a hard expression in her eyes. She considered my sentence for a moment longer, then replied, "What the fuck... Fucking stoner."


It's probably my only memory from my smoking days, actually.
 
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