Now among all the experiences I would say the first time I got high had too be the best. It was really an out of body experience it was a crazy trip, let me walk you through it in this next narrative. I experienced blunts, pipes, wax, weed butter, bongs, home made bongs and all the such when I was making my way through at first.
The very first time I got high was indeed an interesting one. This goes back too living with my sister and the roommate Allen and Eva. I remember before mentioning that they were stoners all they really did was get high, look for new plugs, and watch YouTube with some sweet tea. They weren't really anything new but still at the time they were the cool kids on the block, everybody came to come smoke with them especially my sisters husbands best friend Kayveon. All they ever did was hot box in the bathroom and talk about conspiracies at the time I wasn't really able too join and it sucked. The stuff smelled so good I will admit but for the mean time I took me just not being around it too keep my thoughts of it away and so I never tried it, I was too busy screwing around the neighborhood, playing with stray dogs, taking long useless walks too now where, conversing with the neighbors kids and going to the corner store too buy Ice just so I can sit out front on the front porch and chew ice as I scoped the neighbored for potential friends.
I was busy having sex with Brandon down the block. I was single and making my way through life at the time, so I guess you could say I wasn't dabbling in the life at the time but all of the guys and girls I hung out with smoked so I was starting too feel like I was missing out on something, but then again at that point in my teenage life I was lost anyway. Everything was going smoothly, I was getting laid, I found great people too hang out with and everything was balanced out. Then I had too run into Jack who has been mentioned in previous posts the Domestic violence one too be exact. Now where is it all starting you ask? It all started with the second week me and Jack started hanging out.
The hangouts were cool and so was the talking especially when came too what getting high felt like, we sat there that night on the front porch sprawled out in his arms because the hit I took off of his blunt was definitely stronger then expected and I kinda felt like I went out of body for a second. I laid there on the ground in his arms and we both listened to the rain, we didn't talk much throughout the whole thing because it seemed kind of odd especially since we didn't know each other. From then on when we were together and after the fact that my sisters boyfriend and caught us outside he decided to discreetly tell everyone that I got high that night and after that it seemed like a right of passage, everyone invited me too their smoker group and it felt amazing, I felt like I was growing up in a way and that now I have a social life and that was the best thing at the moment and I didn't want it too change.
Things at the time were going really well for me and him but over time we did dissolve and I did keep up with getting high, like with Brandon down the street, but our getting high moments need up with us watching t.v or me giving head in the next room. However we didn't smoke all the time and that's what made it great in my opinion. So all in all me and him didn't really do too much and that was the best part about it all. He was a nice guy but unfortunately for him, he wasn't my type at the time but he had a massive crush on me and he was always trying too win my love. We never worked but he does have a successful relationship this day and age and that makes me happy.
I remember the next few times getting high were a bit different. Some were really intense and always had my mind racing others kept me calm and mellowed out and I guess you could say that the different variables are what made it worth my while, but I did most of my smoking days with Jack who I was barely getting along with at the time, however he did always get high with other neighbors on the floor, one of which had a suicide attempt later on. It was great, things finally felt right. Well too me at least, but In case you did read the other post where I mentioned in Jack in full and how we had a baby and all of the other stuff, you would know at some of these points I was pregnant and we were trying too figure out an abortion method at that point, something of which neither of us were willing too follow through.
It was great while it lasted though, we talked about the wildest things like experiences and what we felt like. We would also run down the way too the local McDonalds down the way and spent as much money as we could. Life was so much simpler then expected I guess you could say. It seemed like when I got high everything was even and leveled out, all my problems seemed too have disappeared, or at least put on pause. I found peace in the center and it was great it even helped me be more precise in my dancing so I couldn't really hate on it. All anybody ever did was sit around get high and talk about the dumbest things and it was the greatest thing ever.
After that era was over, I caught myself out of the lifestyle for a few years. I had my baby and things were back to being mellow again and that felt nice, but I did start getting high with the roommates again from time too time when I went over there too stay the night or visit.It went the same though after that, it didn't really feel right anymore and I felt like I had fell out of the scene, The next thing that I got into was pills and that wasn't so great. It didn't really make sense but it did to me, it helped me sleep mostly and that was the best part and it did aid too some emotional trouble I was having back then.
All and all I gave up for the mean time until after the next season arrived, and then I was back at it again with my friend Wilson and what we would do is sit in the background and stare at the trees and talk about some of the weirdest things too come too mind and that felt great as well. The problem is was that Wilson was growing feelings for me and some other girl down the street. It turns out it all fell apart because he decided too flee with her back too her hometown and I didn't get too see and hear from him, months at a time. Which sucked because we talked everyday and the dynamic was getting all thrown off, he was a great guy though and last week he did start hitting me up again but this time its too get him her and their family out of a pickle. A pickle I am not sure I am ready to be in if you catch my drift.
All and all the conclusion of my narrative is to just let you know my experiences with the devils lettuce lol I have been wanting too say that through the whole post. If you smoke good for you and those who don't and don't like the idea well great for you as well. I support everyone in their decisions, and I encourage you too do so a well and if you have questions feel free to ask in the comments.
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