What was y'all's first high like?
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An individual commented about using unconventional methods to smoke, such as using pages from a bible or a phone book. They noted that the latter method could be harsh due to the paper not being designed for burning. They humorously mentioned facing unpleasant consequences after using these methods.
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The original text recounts a user's first time not getting high, which led to a second attempt during a music festival. At the time, they and their two girlfriends were inexperienced in rolling, so they had their older boyfriend handle it. However, he tricked them by mixing their friends' joints with tobacco, while theirs was pure marijuana. After smoking two joints and drinking, they had a severe reaction, but despite this experience, they've been a regular user for over 25 years. They also lament the fact that they never received their remaining two joints and their friends complained about their tobacco-infused joints. The text ends by expressing relief over growing up without cell phones. The response agrees, suggesting it's challenging for new cannabis users today and expressing gratitude for having had the chance to smoke milder strains before stronger ones became commonplace around 2014.
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In the mid-90s in Hawaii, when I was around 13 years old, I took some cannabis my cousin had grown in the woods. I created a makeshift pipe from foil and used it to smoke the cannabis by a cycling trail. The experience left me feeling extremely intoxicated. My friends and I then found our way to a convenience store and indulged in a variety of prepared hot foods, similar to those found in Asian countries. We eventually fell asleep next to the store. Since that day, I've been smoking cannabis daily.
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I can't recall, but it was the year 1988.
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During the early 1970s, I was in my twenties and spending some time at Laguna Beach, California while on leave from the marine reserves, a choice I made to cope with my disdain for the Vietnam War. Back then, authentic hippies were common. One individual quietly offered to sell me some marijuana, which I bought for $25 or $50 per ounce. After consuming five joints in my hotel room, I experienced my first ever high.
Separately, I can't recall my first experience with getting high, but I do remember that the first ounce I bought was already rolled into joints.
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I first experienced being high at the age of 19. The experience was profound, with everything seeming incredibly humorous, causing unstoppable laughter. Later, I developed a strong appetite and consumed a full pizza alone within a span of 10 minutes.
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The text implies that the speaker had an intense and hallucinatory experience, likening it to the effects of a potent, unnamed substance. The speaker was seeing things that weren't really there. A friend suggested that the unusual experience might have been caused by the presence of PCP in the substance they used, since the effects were markedly different from usual. The speaker also mentioned having read about a mutation in the chrm3 gene which might cause intense reactions to certain substances. The speaker recalls using a substance called 'astral destiny' and experiencing what they described as astral projection. It was a surreal, intense experience.
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It feels as if it happened just yesterday. I attended a birthday party on a snowy day alongside a few friends. Rather than choosing to drink, we opted to bring marijuana instead, thinking it would be cool. We were only 15 and didn't fully consider the consequences. We rolled three joints and distributed them at the party. Unbeknownst to us, no one there had ever smoked before. As a result, everyone, including us, got significantly high, leading to parents being called and a major scene unfolding. I didn't touch weed again until I turned 18.
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I can't recall my initial encounter with getting high, but I distinctly remember that my initial ounce was entirely pre-rolled.
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The first occasion I tried smoking was when my sister was introduced to my new boyfriend. Despite being aware that I didn't smoke, she was thrilled to find out he did and suggested they smoke together. She explained to him that she had tried numerous times to get me to join her, but I never did. Yet, not wanting to disappoint him since we had just met, I accepted his offer to try it out.
The best way to illustrate what happened next would be to say that my sister decided to put on the movie "Dazed and Confused" (excellent selection!) and I ended up missing the first 45 minutes as I was too high, to the point where I was lost in my thoughts and having an existential crisis. It was a memorable experience.
We returned the following weekend and watched Pineapple Express.
Sounds like you've had similar experiences getting high, where you watch the Mighty Boosh and either end up laughing uncontrollably or feel perplexed. Sometimes, that show can be a bit overwhelming.
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Do you remember your initial experience with getting high? My initial encounter was quite overpowering. I was at my school premises, but not attending classes. I had the habit of reaching school an hour early to spend some leisure time with my friends before the lessons began. My friends planned to roam around the nearby locality, which was right behind our school. When I accompanied them, they started to roll a blunt in the car and I was quite apprehensive as it was my first time. They filled up the car with smoke for about half an hour and the stuff was extremely potent. We spent the time listening to music from Three Six Mafia on a powerful audio system in the car. When I finally stepped out of the car to attend my classes, I was experiencing intense euphoria, which made me laugh uncontrollably. I don’t have much memory of what happened at school that day until around 11:30.
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When I was around 13 years old in Hawaii during the mid-90s, I secretly got some marijuana that my cousin had grown in the woods. I crafted a makeshift pipe from foil and smoked it on a bicycle trail. I got extremely high. My friends and I then went to a convenience store, where we indulged in various types of hot, prepared noodles, similar to what you'd find in Asia. We ended up sleeping beside the store. Since that day, I've been smoking regularly.
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While I cannot recall the details of my initial experience with getting high, what sticks in my memory is that my first ounce was already fully rolled.
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I can't recall, but I believe it was 1988.
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During the early 1970s, when I was in my twenties, I found myself strolling through the streets of Laguna Beach, California, while on a break from my marine reserves duties - a coping mechanism for the despised Vietnam war.
In those times, genuine hippies were common.
As one passed me, he subtly offered, "buy a lid?" Recognizing the lingo, I took him up on his offer, paying either $25 or $50 for an ounce. Later, in the privacy of my hotel room and after consuming five full joints, I experienced a satisfactory high - my initial one.
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The statement discusses a humorous anecdote involving a redheaded Jewish kid. It talks about the possibility of using bible papers or phone book pages as mediums for rolling. However, it's noted that the latter can result in a harsher hit due to the paper's unexpected burning properties. It concludes with a recollection of an unpleasant experience, humorously attributing it to a divine reprimand.
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The reason might be attributed to the fact that I was only 13 years old and weighed a mere 110 lbs, even when completely drenched. Yes, that could potentially explain it.
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During my early teenage years in Hawaii, around 13, I secretly took some marijuana plants my cousin had grown in the woods. I crafted a makeshift pipe from aluminum foil and consumed it near a cycling trail. The experience was extremely intense. My friends and I managed to get to a convenience store, where we indulged in a variety of hot, ready-to-eat noodle dishes, similar to what you'd find in Asia. We eventually fell asleep by the store's wall. Ever since that experience, I've smoked marijuana daily.
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During the early 1970s, when I was in my twenties, I found myself strolling through the streets of Laguna Beach, California, while on a break from my duties in the marine reserves, a coping mechanism I had adopted in response to the despised Vietnam War.
In those times, authentic hippies were a common sight.
As I passed by one, he discreetly suggested, "buy a lid?" Having understood his proposition, I agreed, paying either $25 or $50 for an ounce. After returning to my hotel room and consuming five full joints, I experienced my first ever substantial high.
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In the early 1970s, when the narrator was in their twenties, they took a walk down a street in Laguna Beach, California while on a break from marine reserve duties. This was their personal way of coping with the intense disdain they felt for the Vietnam War.
During this era, genuine hippies were a common sight. One such individual discreetly offered to sell the narrator an ounce of an unspecified substance. The narrator understood the implications of the offer and agreed to buy it for either $25 or $50.
Afterwards, they returned to their hotel room where they consumed five joints of the substance, resulting in them feeling high for the first time.
Another individual shared that they don't recall their initial experience of getting high, but they do remember that their first ounce was already rolled into joints. They seemed pleased with this memory.