What was y'all's first high like?
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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.
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The text suggests an extreme experience, possibly due to drug use that led to hallucinations. It highlights an intense euphoria similar to what certain drug users might experience. A friend suggested that the unusual feeling might have been due to the presence of PCP in the substance consumed, or possibly a genetic mutation that causes intense reactions to certain substances. The text also mentions a past incident where the author experienced a feeling of astral projection after using a specific substance, describing it as a surreal experience.
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While I can't recall my initial experience with getting high, I distinctly remember that my first ounce arrived fully rolled.
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During my initial encounter with smoking, it was a gathering with my sibling and my new partner. We were at her place and despite knowing my aversion to smoking, she discovered that my partner was a smoker. She was thrilled and proposed to smoke with him, while clarifying that despite her numerous attempts, I had always abstained. He extended the offer to me and not wanting to disappoint him since we had just met, I couldn't reject his offer.
To provide the most accurate depiction, we watched "Dazed and Confused" as suggested by my sister - a fantastic recommendation by the way! However, I was so high that the first 45 minutes of the film are blank in my memory. I was so absorbed in my thoughts and grappling with existential questions that it felt like I was in a surreal state of mind. It was an extraordinary experience.
We returned the following weekend and watched Pineapple Express.
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The original text humorously mentions a redhead of Jewish descent. It discusses the topic of using bible papers and phone book pages as alternatives for rolling papers. It is noted that the latter option can be harsher due to the paper's unintended use for burning, although it's designed to tolerate fire better than bible papers. The text concludes by recalling a particularly unpleasant experience with these makeshift rolling papers, humorously attributing the discomfort to divine retribution.
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During my initial year after high school, I had an encounter with a friend who was expelled for dealing cannabis at school. We met secretly behind a store, near a dumpster, where I was filled with paranoia. The situation was uncomfortable until the transaction was completed.
Afterwards, I returned home, still living with my mother at that time, and examined the purchased item at my computer desk. I was amazed by its citrus-like aroma. In my naivety, I tried to roll a blunt using pages from the Bible, but my lack of skills made it impossible. I ended up buying an overpriced pipe from a petrol station. Once home, I prepared the cannabis, took my first puff, and just sat there for a while, entranced by my wall drawings that seemed to move in my peripheral vision.
Finally, I cooked some delicious tacos, enjoyed them thoroughly, and then retired to bed.
As for rolling with Bible pages, it is possible, but I once used a phone book and found the experience harsher due to the paper not being designed for combustion. However, phone book pages seem to be slightly better for this purpose.
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Can anyone recall the initial strain of cannabis they tried? I recall back in sophomore year of high school, the potency of the cannabis my buddies had started to increase. One of them was a bright shade with a mix of red and green strands. I might have heard the strain's name the first time, but due to the intense effects and the loud music, I don't remember it.
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During my first year after graduating high school, I had an encounter with a friend that had been expelled for selling cannabis at school. With nerves running high, we arranged to meet behind a store near a dumpster.
The tension was palpable as he entered my car, and I felt a strong urge to leave. However, once the transaction was complete, the situation calmed down.
After returning home, where I still lived with my mother, I retreated to my room and inspected my purchase at my computer desk. To my surprise, the substance had a distinct citrus aroma.
I tried to roll it into a blunt using pages from a Bible, but my lack of skill resulted in failure. Instead, I bought an expensive pipe from a local gas station, went back home, prepared the cannabis, and took my first hit. I found myself staring at the drawings on my wall as they seemed to come alive in my peripheral vision.
To wrap up the day, I made some delicious tacos, devoured them, and then headed off to sleep.
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This is a recount of my first year after graduating from high school. I met up with a friend, who had been expelled from school for selling cannabis. We arranged to meet behind a store, near the garbage area. He entered my car and despite my nerves, the transaction was smooth.
After that, I returned home where I still lived with my mother. I sat at my desk, inspected the cannabis, and was surprised by its citrus-like smell. I tried to roll a joint using blank pages from a Bible, but my lack of experience made it impossible. Instead, I bought a pricey pipe from a nearby gas station. After preparing the cannabis, I took my first puff. I sat in my chair, staring at the artwork on my walls, somewhat entranced as they seemed to come to life in my peripheral vision. This is how I spent the day, ending it with some delicious tacos before heading to bed.
It's been mentioned that you can use pages from a bible or a phone book to roll a joint, but the latter seems to be a bit harsher when you light it up, due to the type of paper it is.
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Without going into specifics, I'm inclined to think that my experience was akin to that of users of the unspoken white substance. It's likely that they too feel the same effects each time they indulge, given how intense the euphoria was. It went as far as causing me to hallucinate and see things that weren't actually present.
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The first time I tried cannabis, I didn't feel any effects. The following weekend, during a music festival, my two female friends and I decided to give it another shot. We were young, so my then-boyfriend, who was older and more experienced, purchased and rolled the joints for us. He chose to mix tobacco into my friends' joints, while mine contained only cannabis. We smoked a couple of joints and experienced quite intense effects due to also consuming alcohol. It was an overwhelming experience, but despite this, I've been a regular cannabis user for over 25 years. However, I never received the last two joints and my friends complained about their tobacco-mixed joints. Looking back, I'm glad we didn't have mobile phones during those times.
I also agree that being a novice cannabis user in the current times would be challenging. I'm grateful for having experienced milder strains of cannabis before they were replaced by stronger ones around 2014.
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During the early 1970s, when I was in my 20s, I found myself walking down a street in Laguna Beach, California, enjoying a break from my duties in the marine reserves, a choice I made to cope with the despised Vietnam War. At the time, true hippies were common. One such individual subtly asked me as he walked by if I wanted to "buy a lid." Knowing what he was referring to, I agreed, paying either $25 or $50 for an ounce. Back in my hotel room, after consuming five full joints, I experienced a satisfactory high, my very first.
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During my first year after high school, I rendezvoused with a friend who had been expelled for peddling marijuana. We met discreetly behind a shop near a waste disposal area. His presence made me nervous and I longed for an escape, but as soon as the transaction was completed, I felt at ease.
Returning home, where I was still living with my mother, I sat at my computer desk, examined the purchased marijuana, and was surprised by its citrusy aroma.
My first attempt at rolling a blunt using pages from a Bible was unsuccessful due to my lack of experience. Instead, I bought a highly priced pipe from a nearby petrol station. Once home, I crumbled the marijuana and took my first puff. I spent some time just sitting and observing the artwork on my wall, as it seemed to come alive in my peripheral vision.
Subsequently, I made some delicious tacos which I devoured, before retiring to bed.