smoking pot or the drugs thread

[wooden and alone]

so i'm just coming off my first brush (hopefully not the last) with pot or cannabis or whatever it is. i stole a little bit of my brother's weed and i stashed it in a red box i saw somewhere. it's been a week of indecisive soul searching. i was worried about what it would do to me or what it would mean to cross over that barrier. it was the new frontier and i was so apprehensive to step into it. well, some three hours ago, i gathered enough courage to do something about it.

first, i tried weeding out (lol) some of the tobacco in a cigarette. i bought two sticks earlier this week, just in case. anyway, it was brutal. it was the most difficult task. i was trying to hook enough weed from the paper tube, thinking i was just gonna pour some weed into it. needless to say, the paper broke. i tried it with another cigarette but again, while trying to unload the smoke highway, the paper broke.

i was sad and dissatisfied with my efforts and i had wasted two sticks of menthol cigs in the process of pot finding. but i was far from finished. i tried to make a bong, with only a rudimentary idea of a bong in my rapidly hypertensive mind. it's stupid but i thought of cutting a plastic water container into half. i took some pin needles and pierced the bottom. this is where i'm gonna light the weed, i told myself. yeah, but the plastic will melt, you moron. i heard it but i didn't believe it. i was a moron.  so i still tried it and the plastic burned, melting into the pieces of weed. i can only smell plastic  and some faint smell of what i wanted.

then i remembered a question in hollywood squares about bible pages being used for cigarettes. so i tried that. only i didn't own a bible. so i scanned the  cabinet for something that might do. ahh, a reader's digest collection of the works of some british writer. i've been toying with the idea of reading it for the longest time, ocassionally leafing through the thick son of a bitch. i remembered its pages, so thin, like a bible. i took the book out of its place and ripped out the very last page (without text) and prepared. i sat on the floor and pour some weed in the center, i rolled it into a thin tube, at least as thin as the cigarette filter i removed from the discarded thing. i wanted to use  a filter, i was still a bit scared.

i smoked it and after  a few huffs, was kind of unimpressed. i felt merely dizzy. thinking maybe this is it and in order to get dizzier, i would have to smoke two fat blunts. i rolled another one, a sloppy sissy of a reefer. now, i smoked it... without a filter. unintentionally, the filter fell out. anyway, as i took hits of that thing, i had breathed into my mouth some of the weed not yet burning. it made me cough. i could feel it coming, this haze. one last clear thought came to me: music. i knew this is something that should be experienced with music. shoegaze.. shoegaze music, i thought. i got slowdive's souvlaki off the piles and played it. it was one song that i chose to put in repeat, a song that made me dizzy even without the aid of this chemical imbalance. "sing" from souvlaki. as it played, i reclined in the mattress on the floor. 

this is not to be controversial but part of why i wanted to smoke pot is so i could experience... an orgasm while high. i know, totally juvenile and moronic but still, i started... you know. and wow. that part was not important, although it took longer to reach the.. you know and there were moments when i forgot it was my own hand.

that was not necessary but the song just took a life of its own. i heard things in the song i hadn't before. the reverb in the guitars got longer, played longer, stretched. when i closed my eyes, i could picture the sound itself separate from the other sounds. everything just got prettier. it started as that then i would focus on a thought and i would just go deep into the thought and forget everything else, then i would shift from that to another one and i would go deep into that one.  it was exhilirating and somehow, i couldn't have stopped from touching myself over and over again.  it was weird, it was crazy and it felt nice.  i played souvlaki without repeating and each song revealed something new.

it was intense, all i'm gonna say.

what was your first encounter like? i wanna know. no, i'm not doing research on my way to pothead life. i just wanna know.

[harkrider]

It's a great topic, and I'm glad that you enjoyed your first foray.  Smoking pot is a skill.  Rather, getting high is a skill.  It's a bit like hypnosis.  You've got to want it to happen.  Fighting it makes it so much less.  Keep practicing.  I'll be happy to provide more comprehensive accounts of my foggy fugues, but I don't have the time right now.  SUffice to say, however, that my latest are my bestest.  The firstest are lastest.

[TrampolineFrSpace]

Doing pot is kinda difficult to describe.  Your mind starts to go off in these tangents.  Seemingly mundane things suddenly become interesting and amazing.

I remember smoking pot in a car with a buddy of mine and an airplane went by and it seemed like it took hours for it to go by.

Sure, sexual experiences would very much be enhanced, but they could also collapse in upon themselves as your mind loses its attention on the sexual thing and moves on to other things.

Taking in a drag and pulling in some other air and holding it for effect definitely takes some practice, because your first intention is to cough the shit out.  You gotta hold it in for effect.

Disclaimer: don't try this when you're young.  Also, the potency varies quite a bit.  I've been knocked off my butt for some stuff and only gotten a little buzz on other stuff.

[wooden and alone]

oh yeah, i was stoned alright. it was so weird. i didn't see foggy stuff or anything. i wasn't hallucinating but i was spooked by some shadows. it was still the weirdest thing i've experienced so far. i wanna do it again. i wanna smoke poooooooootttttttt again. heh.

[JeremyEngle]

I can't believe it took you this long to try it. I mean, how could you not?

I started smoking pot when I was 16 or 17. The first time that I got really high, my friends and I bought a single joint, and we were told it was "really amazing shit" (the first couple times before that didn't really do much for me, and one time someone at school sold me a bag of oregano). We took a walk in the middle of a very sunny afternoon, back through a wooded area at the end of my street, along the railroad tracks, and lit up. Before we'd burned the joint down, we were giggling helplessly at everything and nothing and decided to take refuge in the closest house, which happened to be a minister's house where my father & I were housesitting. We sat downstairs in the den, eating an entire jar of pretzels that was always set out for us when we house-sat. I remember rolling around on the floor for a really long time and being in considerable pain from all the laughing. I also had a few aural hallucinations. Then we walked back to my parents' house and lay on the patio, unable to move. I realized I had to drive my friends home (they lived on the other side of town), and it took an hour or two before I felt I could get behind the wheel. WICKED!

Ever since then I've tried to recreate that experience to little avail. Sure, I've had LOTS of laughs over the years, eaten LOTS of junk food, and had many, many deeeeeeep thoughts. Music sure sounds completely amazing, too -- I always hear things in songs that I'd never noticed before. Unfortunately, the older I get, the more anxiety I get from pot. I went from hitting a 6-foot bong and being the Last Survivor in college, to taking too big a puff from a bubbler and feeling like I need to be driven to the emergency room.  The lesson is, enjoy it while you're young, and try not to become a burn-out.

acidmouse, I want to hear the secrets of your success.

Next, -fub-, I want you to smoke some salvia divinorum. It's safe, legal, good for you, and available for purchase on the internet!

[harkrider]

acidmouse, I want to hear the secrets of your success.

It's not easy.  Getting stoned is a skill, like any other.  You've got to relax, which runs counter to everything you're taught as a young adult -- to WORK WORK WORK, and WORRY WORRY WORRY.  My theory on POT PARANOIA is this --  that it's nothing new.  You actually feel like that all the time, and only notice when you're stoned.  I still get it once in a while, but focus on the positive effects.  For me, pot spurs creativity.  I like to try and read when stoned.  I've got to read something good, like Fight Club, for instance, or Lolita.  I never get very far, and start daydreaming in the style of the book.  Music is probably the same way for musicians.  I can't play a note, though, and so just listen to music as pure background, and try to think of what the video should look like.  Girly Sound is my favorite.  That and the VU.

As for the secret, I'd say PRACTICE PRACTICE PRACTICE.  Try different things.  I like to get stoned and go jogging.  It sounds impossible, but I love it.  These days, I walk as much as I jog, just so I can see everything.  Wear your walkman, walk around.  I would also recommend one of those little one hitters, with the metal pipe that looks like a cigarette and a tiny compartment for your stash.  They're made of wood, and are roughly the size of a large Zippo.  Besides being extremely portable, they're also remarkably conservative.  This makes it feasible to buy the good stuff ($600 an ounce).  That might sound expensive, but a quarter lasts me six months.  That's less than a dollar a day.

[wooden and alone]

jeremyengle, that saliva thing sounds dangerous. i'm afraid that pot smoking will be as far as i can go, at least how i imagine how far i can for now. any other drug intimidates me. i don't even smoke cigarettes.
also i didn't laugh once when i was stoned, except when i was trying to look normal infront of my sisters and some other people. i made a little mistake saying i was dizzy to cover the pot thing, but of course, she had to ask why i was dizzy and stuff. that part was kind of funny but more scary.

anyway, i got stoned again and the whole music thing was still there. music is definitely better stoned. no question. lost in the music. no other term for it. but i should really try going out when stoned. i hate being trapped inside my room and just getting high. maybe i could utilize the outside world when high better when not.

[TrampolineFrSpace]

My wife and I always get a kick out of the "getting stoned" sections of That 70's Show.

It is so spot on--we just die laughing every time it comes on and they're actually funny (sometimes the getting stoned parts aren't funny).