I was like 16-17 first time, Did not know how to really in-hail since i was not yet a smoker, did not get high, my friends did and we had taco bell, my one friend ran over a huge fucking median and fucked his car up a bit leaving the drive through .
The more interesting time was when i first got stoned. I was about 20-21, and was a smoker at this point. Me and a buddy went on a ride with my gf too. We took our motorcycles to some state park here in FL, it was like n hour n change away, about a hundred miles. But we ride fast (sportbikes at the time). My brilliant friend mike pulls out some huge ass joint (thick as fuck) , him and my gf toke up a bit and I said why not give it another whirl? I start smoking this shit, the next thing i know Everything is on repeat, I'm fading in and out of consciousness and blacking out sporadically, can't stand up, or hold a conversation, and I have cold sweats like a mother fucker, no food or drink and remember im a hundred miles from home, on a motorcycle.
So an hour or so passes, Mike starts to freak out (messed up eye and cant see well at night) so he wants to leave before sundown, I'm still blacking out randomly. The park is now closing, I get it together after a few attempts, enough to sit on the bike and fight to stay conscious. We leave (both of them high as well). Stop at gas station first thing i think is lots of water and something to eat. I grab the hugest fucking thing of water , and a snickers and put it on the counter to check out. The clerk is talking to me (in my head i know hes telling me some random shit mixed with the total for the food, although I CANT hear anything he says its completely blocked out) I get my credit or debit card out and go to hand it to him, and black out right infront of the fucking store clerk while trying to hand him my shit. I wake up on the floor of the damn gas station with both my gf and friend (seemingly starting to freak the fuck out) helping me up. The gf broke my fall and helped me to the ground as i went limp. The store clerk is now asking if he needs to call ambulance (Now instantly I'm thinking AMBULANCE/911 = POLICE, FUCK THAT!) My buddy mike in a moment of brilliance tells the store clerk im a diabetic and need sugar (thus explaining the passing out, and water and snickers bar epic-ly), I sit on the curb outside with them it is now dark and drink and eat... Eventually I feel conscious enough to ride, and start on my long journey home. (all the while feeling as though i was in a dream while dying on the side of the road, and the dream was showing me the mins/hours leading to my death), during the ride home i was having brief lapses of consciousness my gf had to keep poking squeezing or punching me in the sides to keep me awake (very dangerous and stupid) All while I did like 55 on the interstate? She kept telling me to speed up, because i would randomly let off the throttle and drop 10-15 mph, lucky for me at this point I already had over half a decade riding experience, and a steady throttle hand so for the most part all i did was lock my throttle hand and i could maintain speed pretty well, Don't know how i managed to navigate, etc...But eventually I walked in the door, passed out in bed and had that special kind of sleep you only get when your body and mind think you just went through hell and back, and survived.
Not the most pleasant experience, but I gave marijuana another chance about half year later, and since then its been gravy. Although To this day I admit to being quite the lightweight.
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