I have too much ahit to tell, so I'll cut to what may interest you the most.
I smoked pot for the first time a few weeks ago, and for the second time a few days ago.
The first time, the joint was badly grinded, so it couldn't burn constantly, and the seeds were still inside. And to salvage what pot remained, the four of us had to mix it with tobacco from a cigarette one of us was carrying. I inhaled it as hard as I could, and I felt like something died inside my lungs. On top of that, two cops found us, but since we already smoked out the joint, they had nothing on us. I managed to talk our way out of the situation, and we were left alone. This first time was unforgettable, to say the least.
The second time was much more smooth. We were in a park at 9 or 10 PM, nobody around. The joint was done excellently. We wre exchanging with it for 5-10 minutes until it burned out. My legs felt light and had I to sit on a bench for fifteen minutes before being able to stand up again. One of us was laughing at nothing whatsoever, saying random thought out of the blue and was constantly stopping while talking. We thought he was pretending to be high. We changed our minds when we saw his eyes. Red as blood. To cut the story short, he gave us a lot of good laughs, but we had to babysit him the rest of the night.
Are your experiences similar? I'd like to hear what you have to say.
