It was the summer of 1995, Pearl Jam's Vitalogy album was just hitting the scene as Waterfalls by TLC and Let her Cry by Hootie and the Blowfish blared out of car radios. There were no cellphones or internet to speak of. It was a simpler time, the year I graduated high school. For the world, and also for me.
Having grown up in the kind of Christian household that included youth groups and mid week services, substances were a big no no. I rarely saw my parents drink alcohol and anything else was extremely taboo. Being a "good girl" I followed the rules and guidelines throughout the teen years and didn't truly begin to question them until nearing the end of my senior year.
But when I started to question...I didn't do it in half measures. So it was with great excitement that I accepted my new friend from Philly's willingness to get myself and a friend high for the first time.
My aunt and uncle owned a cottage on Cayuga Lake, and the best part about it was that they lived 7 hours away and other than two weeks every summer, they only spent time there on the weekends. There was no more perfect spot for teenage experimentation in upstate NY as far as I knew, most had to resort to cornfield parties- which were fun of course, but much less convenient.
So it was there on the deck, the water gently lapping at the retainer wall, that Cameron pulled out a blunt, and taught two novices what a shotgun was.
If you've ever shotgunned off a blunt- sucked the smoke out of one end as the other person blew it into your mouth from the lit side, then you know that it's a great way to get completely wrecked...but not such a great choice for a first time.
Within minutes I was very nearly having an out of body experience- and honestly I think I might have had a good time...if not for Mary. While my experience had me floating away, hers had her locked in tight.
"I can't feel my legs" she cried in abject fear, "I'm paralyzed!" She wailed, nearly inconsolably- anddd the next two hours were spent pouring cold water on her to show her she could still feel, convincing her that it was all in her head and weed couldn't cause that, and basically struggling to sober up to help my friend.
It's funny the things that remain vivid in your mind. I can still feel the light breeze coming off the water, the wood from the deck stairs scratching the back of my thighs. The very slightly musty smell of the cottage from a period of disuse. The way the blinds on the glass sliding door to the front deck were an obstacle to move aside by my frazzled brain. If it weren't for that day in fact, Cameron's face most likely would have faded out of my memory by now, instead I clearly see his dark brown eyes, longish nose, big lips and wide mouth, the goatee that never quite grew in right. The lopsided smile that was his most attractive feature.
I recall the second time I got high being much more fun as it was with a laid back friend of mine- but I don't really remember the details.
Neither of which are the most memorable time, also with Mary ha, but that's a tale for another day.
And that's the story of my first ride on the Mary Jane train, feel free to chime in with your own!
Not my first time, but the most memorable, maybe 5 years ago. I might have already told you this story. We had got hold of some cannabutter, and taken a small amount. Mine was at most the size of a pea but then, I'm not a hardened user. We were watching a movie and after a while I started feeling this buzzing in my legs. Before too long it was my whole body. I wanted a drink of water, but like Mary, I couldn't move. Eventually I managed to move my hand sideways enough to grab my water glass and move it to my mouth. I don't remember much more of the movie. After it finished, I still couldn't move but @frot managed to get me off the chair and upstairs. I might have crawled. I wanted to eat something but felt too sick. Managed to get me into bed. In the morning we were both still wasted, so when my nephew turned up to help us in the online shop, we told him he was in charge for the day. Took me about 4 days to come right. Have decided I'm not keen on being body stoned.
That was some weird shit alright - messed me up too, and I'm not completely unaccustomed to a bit of THC
Yikes, I think that would have turned me off to edibles too...of course being a try try again individual it might have taken a long while but I probably would have gave it another go eventually haha! :0)
Luckily my most memorable edible experience, while intense, was ultimately more fun than anything. Still it is rare for me to do it because unlike smoking it lasts way too long!
I did a MAD magazine style spoof when I was a kid; I'd heard of marijuana, and I knew it was a bad thing according to the TV, so I drew a little caricature of Herb Alpert for an album cover. The band was Herb Alpert and the Marijuana Brass (real name was 'Tiajuana Brass' but I still can't spell Tiajuana). So I'd heard of marijuana, and to make it funny, I depicted Herb drinking a bottle of marijuana. My parents didn't bother to tell me that marijuana was not usually in a bottle like liquor, and I don't think they laughed at my spoof drawing. I never saw that drawing again. It would be years before I figured out what weed really was.
Hahaha, that's awesome. I was also extremely clueless about pot, probably for a lot longer than you. For example, my friend Maria and I went through a period where we'd sneak out of the house and meet up on the beach (we lived right down the street from one another) when we were about fifteen. Well there were a times that another friend on the street- Chris- would also sneak out with a friend, and on those occasions I saw them passing a "cigarette" back and forth. An unfiltered one, LOL, it was about three years before I realized what they had actually been passing!
Lol...you stoner!
Takes one to know one! 😆