DickAnubis
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I'm sitting here enjoying my first ever home made batch of hash.
I'm relatively newbie-ish flowering my fourth grow. Following all the wonderful advice on this forum I decided to try making ice hash with the boys I had to get rid of after sexing. So out came the VitaMix and Clay extruder and WOW! I'm so proud, like a little kid who drew his first race car picture. I want a gold star. ha.
So now I'm puffing and it gets me thinking about my first encounter with this glorious plant we all love.
I was 15 and as straight of an arrow as could be. My childhood best friend and another long time friend and I used to hang out everyday after HS. They had discovered weed via their older siblings, but my older bros were also plumb line straight so I was completely naive and thought if you dared smoke pot you would die and the cops would throw your stinking corpse in jail.
We would meet at (oh let's call him dolph) Dolph's house and proceed to the back area behind a small bank building. This was long before we started video taping everybody everywhere so the back of the bank was a safe place. It backed onto a steep hill that led down to a swamp and it was easy to see the other two approaches.
My two friends would spark up and I acted as a kind of look out. Everytime they would ask me if I wanted to try smoking. They never pressured me, just asked because we were friends. I always said no.
Months passed and we performed the same actions each day since teens really are creatures of habit.
One day it was Dolph's birthday and we were behind the bank. As a matter of routine I was asked to join in on the ritual joint. I DID!
Well I can still remember the first sensation. That was back in the 70's and the weed around in abundance was Panama Red. I can still feel the joint sticking to my fingers,smell the thick resin that stained my nails. The first toke was soft, I was a little scared. It tasted like all the best foods I could imagine. A musky smoke with hints of something like a BBQ sauce.
My brain has always confused food flavors with good experiences and man my cranium was lit up.
I remember looking up at the clouds passing over the plain brick building and watching as the color intensified and I laughed out loud. My friends were laughing too and right then we knew the bonds of our friendship were forged even deeper than our years should have allowed. Everything changed and it was basically overnight. I was always a thinking kid who read alot and wondered why things were the way they were.
Now I realized that this kind of thinking wasn't a defect but an attribute that other's had as well. There are time when the awkwardness of being a teenager can be hard to bear. Especially if you think you're the only one who thinks out of bounds. The joy of finding a social activity that hooks you into a culture of people all trying to hear the world mind was liberating. And all from a plant. How incredible!! AND you get to laugh your ass off.
A philosopher/physician was once asked what the purpose of orgasm was if we were just here to procreate and he responded," Orgasm is the laughter of creation." Well I think weed if the foreplay of deeper thought and consciousness.
So that's my FIRST TIME story.
Would anyone care to tell about their own FIRST TIME?
I'm relatively newbie-ish flowering my fourth grow. Following all the wonderful advice on this forum I decided to try making ice hash with the boys I had to get rid of after sexing. So out came the VitaMix and Clay extruder and WOW! I'm so proud, like a little kid who drew his first race car picture. I want a gold star. ha.
So now I'm puffing and it gets me thinking about my first encounter with this glorious plant we all love.
I was 15 and as straight of an arrow as could be. My childhood best friend and another long time friend and I used to hang out everyday after HS. They had discovered weed via their older siblings, but my older bros were also plumb line straight so I was completely naive and thought if you dared smoke pot you would die and the cops would throw your stinking corpse in jail.
We would meet at (oh let's call him dolph) Dolph's house and proceed to the back area behind a small bank building. This was long before we started video taping everybody everywhere so the back of the bank was a safe place. It backed onto a steep hill that led down to a swamp and it was easy to see the other two approaches.
My two friends would spark up and I acted as a kind of look out. Everytime they would ask me if I wanted to try smoking. They never pressured me, just asked because we were friends. I always said no.
Months passed and we performed the same actions each day since teens really are creatures of habit.
One day it was Dolph's birthday and we were behind the bank. As a matter of routine I was asked to join in on the ritual joint. I DID!
Well I can still remember the first sensation. That was back in the 70's and the weed around in abundance was Panama Red. I can still feel the joint sticking to my fingers,smell the thick resin that stained my nails. The first toke was soft, I was a little scared. It tasted like all the best foods I could imagine. A musky smoke with hints of something like a BBQ sauce.
My brain has always confused food flavors with good experiences and man my cranium was lit up.
I remember looking up at the clouds passing over the plain brick building and watching as the color intensified and I laughed out loud. My friends were laughing too and right then we knew the bonds of our friendship were forged even deeper than our years should have allowed. Everything changed and it was basically overnight. I was always a thinking kid who read alot and wondered why things were the way they were.
Now I realized that this kind of thinking wasn't a defect but an attribute that other's had as well. There are time when the awkwardness of being a teenager can be hard to bear. Especially if you think you're the only one who thinks out of bounds. The joy of finding a social activity that hooks you into a culture of people all trying to hear the world mind was liberating. And all from a plant. How incredible!! AND you get to laugh your ass off.
A philosopher/physician was once asked what the purpose of orgasm was if we were just here to procreate and he responded," Orgasm is the laughter of creation." Well I think weed if the foreplay of deeper thought and consciousness.
So that's my FIRST TIME story.
Would anyone care to tell about their own FIRST TIME?
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