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m3nd0

yeah my first high i actully was at my friends house and all i could remmber is wanting to be less high... lol it sucked ASS!!! i rmember siting on the sofa looking at the water bottle for 30 mins and got the courage to grab it and everything blurred and i fell down lol... but i drank the wghole bottle and yeah it was fun


my highs are better now... well ive quit for 1 month but i know how to handle it ... you know like 3 bowls out of a bong and just go on a hike in the woods... im used to it

 

smokeymcchronic

Man I wish I could still get that high.

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Royal Bubbles

Haha oh wow I freaked out once. I was like two months ago, about a month after the first time I got high which is a little strange because I smoked fairly regularly up until then. Anyways, I was in the woods, smoking a J with my partner in crime enjoying the most beautiful day ever. We always smoke by this river because it's completely chill except for the occasional sight-seer but usually we're too high to care. So I was feeling pretty good, excited to feel that strong high coming on and I knew it was coming because it was my first time smoking a whole joint by myself (I get high really easily). Things continue as normal, we both get really idiotic and giggly and decide it's time to go seek some food. So we get up and start walking towards the path and at this point I am high as hell, higher than I've been before but it's not that different than my past times, just more intense. And I'm loving it. And THEN...everything changed. So to get to the river you have to climb down a tree and kind of hoist yourself down a ledge (not too high when you're sober but fucking insurmountable when you're blown). Naturally this means you have to climb UP after you're done smoking. So we're climbing up, like many times before, and suddenly my heart just goes nuts, it starts beating so fast. All of a sudden I felt like I was being smothered and a giant pillow was being pressed over my chest so I couldn't breathe or move or anything and then everything started going really black and really bright at the same time. So I freak the hell out and just collapse onto the side of the path with my eyes squeezed shut going "Oh my god, I'm going to pass out. Oh my God. Am I going to die? Oh my God." while face down in a bunch of leaves. Luckily I had the best person ever with me and, although very high too, still managed to convince me that I was not dying and that I was perfectly in control of how I felt, which was the coolest feeling ever because once I decided I was fine, I really was fine. So we got up and were fucking blown and basked in the giddiness that is being high.

Does anyone else notice how cool that is about weed? Once you realize that it's not anything the cheebs did to you and you're totally okay, you can pretty much control the way you feel? I think it's so cool. Oh and apparently the joint I was smoking was like 80% keif so that's probably why I went nuts. Terrifying at the time, but I look back on it fondly