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Posting Date 2003-05-27 20:10:08
Author Adroog
Title The first time I smoked marijuana
Category tried drugs
Where it happend Apartment complex
Age then 16
Age now 25
Gender MALE
Viewed 90
Story Length 523
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The first time I smoked marijuana

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For four months, my mother, sister and myself had to live with my Aunt Candy and her family in her two bedroom apartment in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon. In 1994, weed had reached a rebirth in popularity with Snoop Dogg smoking "Indo" and Cypress Hill hitting the bong like Louis Armstrong plays the trumpet.

With 7 people to a crampt 2 bedroom apartment, I did my best to stay away as much as possible. Luckily the apartment complex had a rec room, tennis courts, indoor pool and other amenities for teens to utilize. I had a cute 14 year old girlfriend who I would french kiss and go in the jacuzzi with. She was much more experienced.But we never had sex.

Weed is like sex, if you be cool and don't say anything, no one has to know its your first time. After a day of playing organized grab ass with my 8th grade girlfriend we went over to an apartment where 18 year old drug dealers lived.

I remember what there apartment looked like. Blacklights. Neon colored mushroom posters that look good under blacklights. A huge party bong with 4 mouth hoses that must have taken an ounce of weed just to use. And they had a safe in the back corner of the room for money,drugs or guns.

To this day, I have never bought weed in my life. Its an expense that I can do without with my modest living. I find it amusing that anyone would share there stash with strangers.

Later that night all the smalltime dealers, my girlfriend, her best friend and I took a walk to the dark wooded forest next door to the apartment complex. We sat in a circle. The only light came from the lighter when we passed around the metal pipe made out of plumbing equipment. I enjoyed the fragrance as I waited for my turn to take a toke. After a few hits we all walked back to the apartment where we tried to get sober before we headed home.

20 minutes later. I walked home. Everyone was awake watching tv getting ready for bed. I didn't think I was high at all. My uncle must have been able to tell just because the redness in my eyes.

"Have you been smoking dope?" he asked. I should have just told him yes. I had nothing to hide from that man. I barely knew him. "No" was all I could say a little shocked that there was no way I could hide it from anyone. He left the apartment angry. And my slightly older female cousin said to me, "my dad is pissed. What ever you are on, you better get off right now."

The only thing I could do was laugh instinctively in front of everyone. The only feeling I got from the weed. It wasn't "high". It was just giddyness. Whatever it was, it didn't live up to my expectation of what getting stoned should feel like. I passed out and the subject was never brought up in front of my family again


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