your first experience with mary

[its kurmit]

well i was jsut wondering what everyones magical or not so magical first experiences with mary!? mine was when i was 13 i was hanging out over a friends house his parents were out so we made a bong out of a plastic water bottle and tinfoil and smoked about 1/2 oz that night didnt get high at all, not even a buzz lol at that time i already had a plant growing but i hadnt even smoked yet

 

[robobond]

Was 13. Middle school was curious and my friend smoked so i tried it got high as fuck and loved it. Didn't really start smoking till high school though. Tried salvia though shortly after my experience with mj though.

 

[Papulz]

think i was 16.. friend said the nugs were blueberry but in hindsight they were probably just some generic good nugs. ended up smoking 2-3 bowls with the guy, then since i didnt feel high i smoked 2 more to myself.

after deciding i wasnt feeling high we thought it would be a good idea to raid the kitchen *first obvious sign* and ended up eating some really crazy combinations of food. *second sign* so a bit after this crazy culinary session, i needed to get home and so i procured a ride from my friend. this is where things got really interesting and ive NEVER been this high again.

on the drive to my home of 18 years (no more than a mile drive) we began to take a road that has a series of "s" curves. Though i was both intimately familiar with the road and knew it was impossible, i swore the car was going to skid off the road because it seemed like we were going sooo ridiculously fast!... honestly thought we were gonna ditch the car. and begged the driver to slow the fuck down! though the speedometer read approx 15 miles an hour. Now thats baked. i think i chaulk it up to enhancement of physical stimulus, and a slight bit of paranoia too

 

[I Used To Grow]

wow...i love first time stories..lol

my first time I smoked the sweet Jane...back in 1998..I was working at a pizza shop..the manager tooke me outside and passed me the pipe..I took 3 hits..didn't feel much..drove home listening to some rap..don't remember who..lol...got the munchies hard core..ate a 3 layer sandwich with cheese and ham..turkey..lol..chatted with some chick from Canada..passed out in my room..good times

 

[NserUame]

Mine wasn't anything spectacular, but I don't think I have ever been as high as I was the first time. My buddy's father lived up here, while his mom lived out west. He'd spend the school year with her, and the summer with his father. He lived stayed across the street from me, and despite being three years my senior we became good friends. One summer when I was 14 he drove up, not realizing his girlfriend had left her bag in one of his jackets.

After eventually finding it he constructed a Mountain Dew bottle bong and started my mystical marijuana training. For a good three weeks I don't think I stepped outside of his room, the Super Nintendo dictated the daily events. At night we'd drive around in his old shitty Integra (back when they looked exactly like an Accord, minus cup holders), go swimming at his aunts pool, or many other activities I would now find less than adventurous. At the time though it sure was something.

Super Mario Kart still holds a special place in my heart, and sometimes in the back of my mind I can still hear the music...

 

[bounty29]

on the drive to my home of 18 years (no more than a mile drive) we began to take a road that has a series of "s" curves. Though i was both intimately familiar with the road and knew it was impossible, i swore the car was going to skid off the road because it seemed like we were going sooo ridiculously fast!... honestly thought we were gonna ditch the car. and begged the driver to slow the fuck down! though the speedometer read approx 15 miles an hour. Now thats baked. i think i chaulk it up to enhancement of physical stimulus, and a slight bit of paranoia too

I had that exact problem for the first 6 months or so that I smoked. My friends were assholes about it too, but they were good times.

I first smoked outside on a porch(Probably... June '05) with my best friend, and he told me exactly how to smoke, and I followed the directions quite well. I was high as shit, and I was loving it. We went inside and sat on a futon watching tv or something. I was not in control, but it was all good. I could barely form sentences, and walking around I felt drunk as hell.

After a while we went outside to smoke in a friends car at someone's house, and every seat was taken but the drivers seat, so I hopped in. After we all closed the doors, I freaked out. "Why was I driving this car? Where were we? Where am I going? I can't be driving right now!" My friends, after laughing their asses off, calmed me down. After we loaded the bowl a few times, my best friend wanted to go again. The two girls in the car with us said we'd had enough. I looked at my friend, and said "Until you can't light that bowl, you haven't had enough." (By that point, I couldn't light the bowl. I had had enough.)

We all got out of the car, and walked back to the house. My knees were kinda shaky, so I just sat down. It was like midnight in June, and I just sat down in my friends dirt/gravel driveway. I loved how cool the ground felt, so I just laid back and let the ground cool me. My friends noticed I had fallen back, and looked back and saw me on the ground.

We made our way back inside, and we just talked and laughed for the rest of the night. My sides hurt the next day from laughing so much, and I had tears coming out of my eyes most of the time I was high.

It was a great time, and I've only been anywhere close to that high once since then. I had tried a few times before, but it was always a tiny bit of weed, in a shitty aluminum foil bowl or coffee filter joint. This time, I used a nice glass spoon, and that got the job done.

 

[Duppy]

2005? Holy shit.

I was sixteen, I think, back in nineteen seventy-mind-your-own-fucking-business.

I don't remember feeling anything the first time, or the second. But the third time, I remember we were headed for the beach, and I was driving, and we smoked a doob, and I started to get all tense and paranoid (as usual), and all of sudden I had this EPIPHANY, dig? I realized that all the stress and paranoia was ALL IN MY HEAD, and I could choose to change it or ignore it if I wanted to. Then I took a deep breath and really relaxed for the first time in a lot of years.

I was pretty tightly-strung as a teenager, and this was a deep and profound realization for me. I have never forgotten it. No, that's wrong, I still forget it regularly, then I get high and I remember it all over again.

 

[bounty29]

Lol, yeah 2005. I graduated HS in 05, only started smoking in the last couple months. I had a good summer between graduation and college. I started growing about 6 months ago, so I smoked for around 18 months before I first grew.

 

[Tarkus]

My first time was when I was 11 years old and hanging out in front of my middle school waiting for my mom to come get me from Chess Club (yes, I was in Chess Club. Had cheap pizza too!). My friend's brothers pulled up (way older) and asked if we wanted to smoke some pot. Having never tried it and being curious young kids, we said Hell Yeah! They busted out 4 joints, so we each got our own. My friend's brothers didn't finish theirs, so my buddy and I got 1 and a half joints each.
I was so gone. Absolutely fried. I bought a whole pizza in chess club and ate 2 slices, planning to take the rest home. I threw away the empty box before my mom showed up. I had to sit up front with my mom, and I didn't want her to know I was high(looking back, I can't believe she didn't smell it on me), so I tried to read. My mom is the type of person who loves to talk. When she calls on the phone, you can put it down for 5 minutes and pick it up later and she will have never known. Anyway, she just talked. I did not have to say a damn thing. It was then I realized, my mom is a cool person to be around when I am stoned. I remember the ride home and thinking "Man, it has never taken an hour to drive home before!"
As soon as I got home I went to my room and put on 4 Way Street by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. I remember thinking that this was something that I would want to do for the rest of my life. Have not stopped yet

 

[OneWingedImp]

First time for me, my friend lives in a Cul-De-Sac, in suburbs in San Diego. Sometimes we would set up like 2 tents in his FRONT yard, and get drunk. I was maybe 17. Older fellows (now who i smoke out regularly) showed up, i didnt know them well, just peoples older brother, and well they had an Acrylic pistol grip bong, i remember it was named Grimace, it was purple. Well the owner shows me how to hit a bong, He ripped it with the full force of his lungs (as he was experienced). and im like "Ok, looks easy enough" And i just fucking inhale as HARD as i could, a FULLL really deep breath, and snap the bowl. Clear it, lean my head back, and inhale as much more clean air as i can pack on. I remember blowing it out, and from then, i couldnt stop laughing. Everything was weird, like i was living in sketch comedy. Ah, what a good night.

 

[marx2k]

My first time smoking weed was kind of unfortunate. It sounds like one of those very lame stories you hear from DARE or something, but it was laced with PCP. :/

The time was mid-80's - I was 16, spending the night at my then-girlfriend's house in some uppity-white neighborhood in Queens, NY. A bunch of people on a playground, smoking from a brass pipe (blech).. After the 2nd hit, everything went very very bizarre. My friend who was standing in front of me tapped me on my chest and I started to walk backwards as though I was hovering and couldnt stop. I think I actually told him I couldn't stop gliding backwards. We all became a little ridiculous and decided to walk to my girlfriends house. Once we got there, everything got MORE ridiculous (kind of how everything is one sort of weird when youre tripping outdoors and gets a lot more ridiculous in the stillness of the indoors). We sat in her room and started listening to The Wall (I dont think anyone was really into Floyd there but me)

People were beginning to freak out a bit. I looked at my girlfriend and her hair color changed from blonde to black to red back to black back to blonde. I couldn't handle her looking at me and asked her to stop and caught her taking quick glances at and away from me. I felt as though she was evil and didnt want anyone else but me to KNOW she was evil. Uh huh... During the spot on the Wall where there's like 10 seconds or so of helicopter noises, everyone runs to the windows to look for choppers, then get all paranoid, etc.. This whole time I'm sitting in a chair just kind of trying not to freak out.

We all decide to go downstairs and everything took on a hue of green and suddenly I couldn't lift my head from the couch. It felt like it was 1000 pounds. I think I groped my friend who was also down there.. but luckily at that time the chinese food came and shit was I hungry! (The weed I think had that effect on me) I ate 2 combinations of chicken & broccoli which I yakked up that night. I remember just being really horny the rest of the night as the trippiness wore off.

That same year, and I think my second try at smoking, we were at Washington Square Park in Manhattan for a good old weedfest. Freakin' EVERYONE was smoking. The police were walking around but there was no problem at all. Unfortunately I hit weed from the same fuckin' dude that supplied the last time. Now, I dont think this stuff was laced but it definately had some interesting effects. For those that don't know the park, it basically all goes into a center and has concentric rings of benches and concrete sitting areas going out from the circle with pathways in from each end of the park. The center is a large fountain which at that time was off. Well standing there, I couldve swore that everything in front of me UP TO the fountain was covered in 2' of water. People were walking around in water up to mid-thigh. Birds were landing from the air UNDER the water.. etc.. I wanted to get something to eat and imagined that the hot dog vendor had a sword behind his back that he would randomly use to chop people's hands off as they reached for the food he offered. I was talking gibberish to the people around me, and I KNEW I wasn't making any sense. They were TELLING me I wasn't making any sense and I could comprehend it, but I wasn't able to form an intelligible sentence in return. This lasted like that for about 3 hours. Then we went home.

I'm pretty sure I want some PCP now

 

[minds_I]

Hello all,

My first time with Mary....ahhh, it brings a warm feeling to my heart.

Firstly, I was a Catholic raised kid and was told that "dope was for dopes"...rather catchy phrase huh?

Anyway at the age of 17 I was in HS...well, I was registered to go to high school. Being in the mid 70's and the economy was not looking good for a kid with no skills or education beyond catholic 8th grade I decided it was time to move out of that dusty town I lived in for 10 years.

Anyway, I decided that maybe I should go into the US Navy...so with my GED in hand and my forged fathers signiture I went into the Navy. I had a hangover as I got good and drunk the night before so I looked and felt my best...

They were so nice to me that first day when I took my physical and indoctranation..breakfast, coffee, toast and jam...I must have missed something that afternnon becase we were all in the room there when this man walks in and asks for us to stand and raise our right hands..which for me was difficult as I signed my name about 600 times that day but I did it anyway.

Anyway, the man starts to swear us in and all is kewl...up until the end when you say So Help ME God.


Let me tell you he got real nasty all of a sudden. Started yelling and calling us names and all sorts of mean nasty things. Telling us to shut up and get our asses on the phvqving bus.

So there I was in the Navy heading for bootcamp.. When we get there, we get yelled at to get off the phvqving bus and stand in line...sooo close you can feel the guy behind you breathing on your neck..and I will say this...some of the guys needed a shower real bad.


After we get our shots we are lead to a barracks where we are allowed to sleep....waaaaay kewl...its 2:30 in the morning and bed sounds good....what this bed is hard and lumpy...the sheets smeal of disinfectant and the blanket is skratchy wool....I finally get to sleep when at 5:30 some mofo turns on the lights and throws a trash can down the hall between the two rows of bunks making a hell of a racket...he's yelling to get our asses out of the bed and stand in front at attention.

As I am getting out of my bed the guy in the upper bunk jumps down with a switch blade knife looking at me as if I just kicked him in the balls.

BTW IF anyone fromCompany 107 of '76 is here..PM

Anyway...fast forward 6 months later. The guy with the knife and I are friends and both stationed on the same ship (USS INCHON LPH12). Well back in bootcamp and all the way up to this time I only pretended to smoke pot and talked about it...after a while it became apparent I did not know what I was talking about....my shipmates then decided to take my mj virginity and made me smoke with them..


I never laughed so hard and felt so peaceful in my life or since. The world was anew in a whole new sense I never dreamed before. That was 30 years ago last Oct.

I have never been as high as that first day since...its like a dream to me now...

As another anology...mj made love to me that first day but it has never felt the same since.

minds_I

 

[marx2k]

As another anology...mj made love to me that first day but it has never felt the same since.

I think a lot of people feel this way (and not just about mj) We made sweet musical love the first few times and you know it's time to stop for a little while when you're just getting scratchy hand jobs from her.

 

[Delta9-THC]

lol


Peace

 

[its kurmit]

As another anology...mj made love to me that first day but it has never felt the same since.

minds_I

i had a couple good first dates with mary but she didnt give it up until the 4th date but DAMN it was good

 

[I Used To Grow]

nice stories everyone..i enjoy reading good stories

 

[clorox]

6th grade, 7th period, upstairs boys bathroom, 1996

 

[mangled]

i got really really fucked up and thought i was going to die and freaked out real bad.

 

[Deft]

Was when I was in the midwest visiting family, I was I think I was about 19, little late but I had never had any friends who smoked allthough I had always wanted to try Mary but I mistrust those who deal.

I have loved plants my whole life though so it was natural for me to want to grow once I found I liked a good smoke.

 

[its kurmit]

all good stories, any more?