jakeyizzle

The first and second times I tried smoking weed I didn’t really get high at all. On my third try, it hit me like a train that I was high. My friends and I were walking in a school under construction at night. I remember feeling as if I were in a dream and my body was in many different places at once. It’s very hard to even begin to explain how things looked. It felt as if I were underwater because everything was rippled. I remember that electrical cords looked like trees and they startled me. When we went outside, buildings seemed to melt. I laid down to look at the stars and I’ll never forget that. They were spiraling toward the brightest star in the middle. The longer I stared at them, the more it felt like I was rushing toward them. I thought I was in many different places that were farmiliar to me as a child. The darker hues were darker than usual and the brighter ones brighter, only to enhance eachother dramatically. I remember feeling as if I were in a futuristic city or in space or something. We drove to Wal-Mart, but I can’t remember the ride at all. All I can remember was yelling that I didn’t wan’t to talk to anyone and I was “So High!” I came home, listened to music, and ate. It’s almost as if I could SEE every little part of the music. And food was friggin’ amazing. Sorry to blab so much, but I felt like I needed to express every part of that amazing experience. I plan only to do it only about once a year, as I hear stoners saying that they wish they could be high like their first time.