the first thing I ever smoked was Sally D when i was 15. Had a wonderfully chaotic psychedelic trip. The first time I smoked weed was soon after this, My buddy gave me a good sized joint roach, which i loaded into the pipe and mixed with Salvia. After several hits from this mixture my mind snapped into reaction, as I began running off through the dimly lit hallways of a small office buildings center. I was under the influence that immediately the cops had arrived (seeing blue and red flashing in my mind). Upon returning to a more ground level census I realized there was probably no cops and returned to my group of friends. We began walking down the street in the night toward a local outdoor mall hangout place, while I was walking everything had turned into a black and white movie and time slowed way down as each new second would be like a new scene in this old-school movie. The world felt like it was rolling. There later was moments when it seemed as if the ground had raised and I was plotted up to my neck.
Soon after this first experience, This same buddy of mine was in need of some bud, so I helped him get some by connecting another really good friend. IT was around the first week of summer after school got out, and I went over to his house this time and he rolled up a joint. We took this joint to a large desert lot area by a tree (where there was a hobo living) and we sparked it up. Even offered a toke to the bum who refused. After roaching the joint I could feel the full effects of Marijuana coming on and I slipped into a hazy Happy trance. We started walking up a small sand dune and my feet were sinking straight into the Earth, It was hilarious, It felt amazing we laughed our asses off and yelled about quicksand... Continuing our journey across the barren desert land, we found some people hanging out in their backyard by the pool. My freshly baked ass decided to start waving and telling them Hello while my buddy was telling me to shut up and come along. We made it to his gated community, and walked down the road to his house, Time moved in every direction. I would look at a street pole about 20 yards ahead, keep walking, about what felt like 5 minutes later the pole would now be 40 yds ahead! This was the longest/short walk off my life and I was bewildered by the insane psychoactive effect and my mind's dissociated happy go lucky state. Finally we made it to his house and listened or shall I say FELT some great music, melted into the great vibes, never appreciated sound so much before in my life. We were sitting at the computer when his dad came home, stoned as shit. I had the mouse in my hand but I didn't quite know what to do to act normal so i was just having it around in circles on the screen. Buddy had to push me away to save our cover.
After this we began blazing all the time and going on wild adventures until there is no mystery left in this town of ours :/
The best is when we convince my buddy to blaze for his first time(out of a water bottle bong we made with some trainwreck I beleived it was) This was under a bridge in the wash. MY buddy for his first time freaked out, he got so high he found himself in an alternate dimension (who doesnt?) but he started to hate it and wanted it to go away before it even came on stronger. He was horrified from leaving our secluded spot from under the bridge and would just about cry when we told him we were gonna leave him to go get Del Taco haha. We even convinced him of some crazy things where when you get high that if you don't go in the sunliught your nutrients will be depleted and you will die etc etc. FUNNY funny shit! For a while this dude was rolling around in the sand as we attacked him with plant branches. He also got aggressive for a little bit nad was throwing metal rods at us, so we left to get some del taco in spite of his incessant pleading for us to stay and comfort him.. but he was being a little bitch! As we were at Del Taco he sends us a text message or something to get him some food, we of course refuse and tell him to come meet up with us!
Long story shot, We got him some food and took it down to the wash, standing at the edge of the bridge urging him to come and get it. He was too terrified to come out from under the bridge lol, but had worked up the nerve to run towards us at the edge, snatch the food and retreat into his safety. at this point he god dubbed "the Wolf" for his come closer and closer then retreat technique until he felt safe enough to be fed from us, domesticated! whatever!