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first time I did weed. I went down to the city with my gf when we were 15 to buy 1 gram from some dude. We took the bus back home and we walked over to the scout house. I lit it and took a couple puffs before putting it out. She was very curious to how I was feeling, and I explained how I felt kind of nervous. She comforted me by letting me lay down with my head in her lap. She brushed my hair and kissed me on the nose. When she did that, my entire vision warped and her face turned into a tunnel. I explained it to her in detail and she thought it was very cool, as did I. She kissed me again to replicate it, and it happened time and time again. She got a big nose and looked kind of like a troll child lol.
It was a sweet moment. I can still feel the love lingering in that memory.
It was a sweet moment. I can still feel the love lingering in that memory.
Cavedweller · 46-50, F
Well okay.
This is more like a WORST drug story. I was in my mid teens and at a gay club called The Mars Bar, with my girlfriend. An older woman approached us and offered us a smoke, outside. We agreed.
The three of us walked to a small Greek men's cafe, out into the toilets.
We started smoking, just me and my girlfriend. The woman told us that she had something to show us. At this point we realized it wasn't just pot we were smoking: we got that tingle in the brain that only LSD has.
She lifted her skirt and showed us a huge healed up wound on her leg. And told us it was from being shot. By someone she hardly knew, who had taken her from the Mars Bar for a smoke.
We lost it. Ran from the place and hailed a cab. We got home safely and tripped for the next six hours.
Looking back I wonder if she meant us harm or was teaching us a lesson.
This is more like a WORST drug story. I was in my mid teens and at a gay club called The Mars Bar, with my girlfriend. An older woman approached us and offered us a smoke, outside. We agreed.
The three of us walked to a small Greek men's cafe, out into the toilets.
We started smoking, just me and my girlfriend. The woman told us that she had something to show us. At this point we realized it wasn't just pot we were smoking: we got that tingle in the brain that only LSD has.
She lifted her skirt and showed us a huge healed up wound on her leg. And told us it was from being shot. By someone she hardly knew, who had taken her from the Mars Bar for a smoke.
We lost it. Ran from the place and hailed a cab. We got home safely and tripped for the next six hours.
Looking back I wonder if she meant us harm or was teaching us a lesson.
luctoretemergo · 61-69, M
1970s....went w/2 older guys (ala Cheech and Chong) and bought a pound (yes 1 LB) for 100 bucks....took it home smoked more weed than I ever have before or since....if I had more time and patience I'd fill in the blanks...but it was just a magical time!
Getting clean cold turkey in jail is a real crowd pleaser.
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