Read it to kill a few mins.
The story of my weed smoking experience : First Bong.
My weed smoking journey started started in what seems an age ago now. This year I turn 35, I started smoking the green at the late age of 22 so that would make it around about 13 years of choofing the sweet sweet cheeba.
In the years before discovering the joys of the green my main drug of choice was alcohol. I would get smashed on a regular basis. Drinking beer outside while sitting on the roof in summer and drinking spirits while doing
whatever inside in the winter. One very unpleasant side effect of this drinking was yacking my ring or passing out while drunk and the dreaded head-pounding hangover followed by spewing bile the next morning.
I really did like getting wasted but really hated the side effects. I kept on this way until I took my fist hit of a bong way back then.
My first cone was something I will never forget as it was a moment that would shape my life from that time on. I had been around weed for several years prior to this time, I had neighbours who had a mini plantation in their
back yard and also my mate (who I consider to be as much a brother as my blood bros) was a regular choofer. One Friday or Saturday night me and my brother decided to go and visit our mate (bro). Sometime after we got there
me my brother my mate and his missus were sitting in their lounge room talking. MY mate and his missus were smoking the green at this time when all of a sudden my mate asks my bro if he wants a bong......my bro said yes!
After my bro had finished the bong I was offered one. As the bong was handed in my direction I thought "fuck it why not", and the next thing I knew it was in my hand. I held the bong up to my mouth, put my thumb over the
shotty hole and lit the lighter and proceeded to burn. Soon afterwards I felt a warm sensation in my arms and legs and also felt a smooth feeling come over me, I knew right there and then that would want more of this drug.
The next morning after waking up from being high I felt very cruise and had a strong urge to once again experience what the green had done to me the night before. I soon made a phone call and acquired one stick ($25) for
me and one for my bro. I took the substance I had just acquired home and tried pulling it out of the bag but it was almost too sticky to be removed, this was some good shit. I jammed a bit of bud in a pipe I had bought
earlier that day and sat outside with my bro and fired it up. My first experience was good but the second was way better.After sucking down the pipe I looked at my hand and it looked huge! Then my eyes started twitching,
I was really fucking stoned. The next morning I woke up feeling even better than I did the day day before. This continued every day for about a week until I finished that first stick. Finally I had discovered a
replacement for alcohol.
That first cone and that first stick would both be the first of many many more to come over the years, but that is for another chapter.
To be continued.....if I can be bothered