Stories of A Stoner

So we all have had our bad moments when smoking weed, anybody who hasn’t can’t possibly be a true stoner, without the lows you simply lack true experience.

So here’s one of my less fun highs.

One day me and my mate (We’ll call him Rick) well me and Rick were headed out on another mad smoke sesh. We managed to scrape together about .25 of an ounce, this of course was gone after around three hours and we knew that we needed to get more, so we go to do that. We hop into the car and speed on up to our closest dealer, getting another .25 ounce and heading back home, at this point it’s 2am and we decide “Fuck it, let’s go to the forest” So off we go, bringing the weed. (Just for clarification I hate the dark and hitting the forest didn’t help, regardless, at the time the idea seemed great) so we hit the forest and roll up a few blunts, keeping them until we had finished a few bongs, the state we were going to be in, it was necessary, so here I am, in a place where I don’t feel comfortable and whacked as a chicken, any noise had me more and more paranoid. After a while Rick decided to blast some tunes, oddly enough this calmed me down dramatically. Yet the buzz from the weed wasn’t exactly a good one yet, so after a while I knew that I had simply smoked too much and that I was going to get sick, so get sick I did. Suddenly, after all this was done, my buzz shot right back up and I was in one of the best highs ever. Point is, firstly, don’t smoke somewhere if you don’t feel comfortable there, it’ll ruin your buzz, secondly, never be afraid to get sick if you’ve smoked too much, it’ll make it worse, my mate Rick is probably the most understandable dude ever and he is probably the person I consider my ‘stoner mentor’ He has always been patient when I started off smoking and taught me what I need to know. That’s the third point, keep good company, because they are what will make the best highs better and the worst ones more tolerable.

So right now it’s the 3rd of April 2017, every April I save as much money I can to put towards the great day that is the 20th April. Three days in and I have  €25 at the ready, I’m hoping to build it up to 200. (Where I live it costs 20 euro for a gram if you don’t buy in bulk) Hopefully I’ll have around .5 of an ounce for the sacred day.

So that leaves me with a question to anybody else who smokes and manages to stumble across this post;

It started one day when I was with one of my best friends (I’ll call her Jade for the purpose of the story). We had both smoked before but never really got into it yet.

One day we both decided that we were gonna get some smoke so we both went to the local dealer (as you do) and got eight grams. The next day was warm and dry, sadly, we had school.

Before school, we met our friends at the park down the road (we’ll call them david and lily) David, who had been smoking for ages, suggested skipping school. Of course, the weather being so nice, we all agreed. . We headed to a quiet river a fair distance away, picking up munch and more smoke on the way. 

Once we reached the river we honestly felt like we were in paradise. We had around twelve grams of smoke and plenty of munch and drinks. We quickly ditched our uniforms in favor of more comfortable clothes and some swimming gear. Rolled some blunts, with Caribbean Rum flavored joint skins. Lily’s new bong was passed around along with the blunts, as we told stories and played some music.

after a while, when it got even hotter, we jumped into the river, floating around and just acting childish for a few hours. we got out and rolled a blunt each, using up almost all of what we had left. we all smoked some more and told more stories, recalling funny memories.

in the end we each took one more toke from the bong. the rest of the day we just hung out, messed around and just, enjoyed life.

That was the day that I had decided that this was how I wanted to live. This was true happiness.