The First Time I Got High
With alcohol, you know the first time you drank. You either had a little and got kind of buzzed and it was fun or you had a lot and you still definitely remember it mostly for the embarrassment you probably felt the next day. The strange thing about smoking weed is that you may not even remember the first time you smoked, but you definitely remember the first time you got high.
Smoking weed for the first time is oddly uneventful in my experience. For the very fact that it’s hard to tell if you’re stoned because you don’t know what stoned is. Getting drunk is an immediate, kind of sledgehammer type experience. But getting stoned is almost literally like a feeling coming over the horizon like a cloud and suddenly occupying the space above our heads. We saw it coming but kind of forgot it was there. This was how I was the first time I smoked weed. I was in a friend’s Jetta. He was wearing one of those fuzzy Patagonia vests. The car was a POS but he had a kicking CD player and two speakers in the front that were only about 4 inches wide but top quality. Anyways, we were sitting around smoking a bowl out of a pipe feeling dangerous. I went into someones house and ate some chips and told someone I wasn’t stoned. That’s kind of all I remember. The first time I got stoned though, I remember a lot differently.
To be continued...