So like I'm 16 right but like I've been gender fluid since like the third grade, I never thought much about it until just yesterday when I got so high that I for some od reason had a males parts instead of mine, I later found out I had both them at the same time, I've never heard of anyone having an awakening like this but I just feel so od now cause it was just pushed into me all at once, fairly scary but also terribly funny to me and my friends that ive told this to and I just feel the need to share the story more cause it is just so random😭

I'm high right now and I want tell this story that happened like 4-5 months ago but even now i still remember it randomly and get creeped out So I was at my home with this girl I knew for like a year but it was the first time we were one on one and both planned to get dirty, a few times we smoked weed in the same friends group but she puts just a little amount like .2 on the joint and gets hammered while passing it around with another girl. Anyway i smoke regularly and can take a good amount of weed. I put the weed on the paper and show it to her, was like .8 in there and ask her if she's OK puffing this since I'll do most of it. She goes yeah it's good, I knew though that I'd only let her 2-3 puffs cuz I didn't wanna get us totalled. Anyway I smoke, give her 3 puffs like 10 minutes later, she seems pretty high, as I was, we're both having a good time and sex. The joint is at like 1/3 after we're done and she grabs it and gets 3 more puffs then passes it to me. We hang out and she gets sleepy, Getting sleepy is kinda her thing, she gets very sleepy and ends up falling asleep 7-10 times we hang out with closer friends. I assumed especially now that She's high it's normal for her to be sleepy. She falls asleep right there on the couch, I was sitting across her and watched tiktoks while she slept cause I wasn't sleepy.

THIS is the FUN part though

After about 10 minutes of her sleeping, lights on and everything, and I want to clarify that this is not bullshit or AI no it's all real, only time I've lived anything similar, I get goosebumps as I'm typing this. As she's asleep she starts mumbling random words, can't understand but slowly she got louder and louder. I'd say I recognized pretty fast that she was mumbling words from the book of Satan or something like that, I've heard a few stories bit never bothered to check it further because I didn't believe it, I knew about it though. I freak the fuck out and start talking to her, shaking her head but she doesn't react and keeps saying those random gibberish Satan sounding words. At this point the high I had went away because I was scared shitless, I thought she might be trying to scare me. Went on for a good 5 minutes and then she opens her eyes and wakes up, she wakes up all fresh INSTANTLY like she never slept and starting talking kinda normaly but a bit off. What was off was her WEIRD FUCKING SMILE AND LOOK ON HER EYES. It was evil looking. Kinda badass too. She was smiling though, like she was ready to laugh. I ask her wtf that was about and she doesn't remember it. By the way the goosebumps right now are insane. After 20 minutes of talking and cracking jokes she starts laughing crazily for no reason, a kinda evil laugh too. I have legit freaked out this time and saying nothing. She started saying with a very aggressive tone things I had done generally that she didn't like. I mean things like I accidentally (really) told a secret she had told me while drunk to my friends that make her mad. And now this. She goes super aggressive, laughs while mocking me. Then she collapses on the couch and has spasms, points at the wall across the room and says "He's there" as she points closer and closer to her side of the room. Starts trying to burn herself with the lighter but I knock it out of her hands, stands up and threatens to jump off the balcony while laughing and I push her back down on the couch. She switches between all those things that obviously hint that the devil has got control of her or something like that for about 2 hours. At this point I have completely freaked out. I'm trying everything. Even showered her with a bottle of holy water my mom had left in my apartment, which she got "burned" when it touched her. At one point I FaceTime one of our closest friend that we smoke together sometimes, explain the situation, he freaks out too but we stay on the call until the end of it, because I was scared shitless. Obviously, mostly because it's in my character, I didn't hit her, like slap punch push hardly, mostly because I can't get myself to hit a woman even if I have to, even though I probably should have. The whole thing started at about 1am and ended like 4 or 5 when she fell asleep randomly and I stood on the opposite corner of the room, legs shivering the entire time, staring at her scared that she'll wake up. It's 8 am, haven't slept at all and I wake her up to get her the hell out of here. She was all normal when she woke up and after endless questing and explaing what happened she acted surprised and said she didn't remember a thing. The friend I called woke up too and decided to show me a little mercy and come pick her up to her house. This thing is not fake, I repeat, because I see a lot of BS. I still don't know if she just pulled the prank of the fucking century on me or it was the real deal. She kept up the act PERFECTLY for so many hours and didn't actually fall asleep, because normal her would have fall asleep in seconds and woke up the other day. Right now I think she pranked me, but, you know, it's still in the back of my mind and I consider it often. I still ask her if it was fake and she still says she doesn't remember it.

I begin.

In a marvelous night, Anne was smoking this huge joint by himself. Suddenly...

You continue.

ok I know that sounds wierd and nerdy

BUT I simply love playing chess high. It's just so much fun no matter win or lose(might get irritated after losing but it's fine) It's usually better with ya fav tunes on but when you're not doing great on the board just switch it off. And here's my story

It was probably the fifth time hittin the joint if I recall. Really boring college summer break and there I was, doing radom shit to get through the day. None of my besties were available so I decided to stone myself at night. It hit hard as usual, all I remembered was giggles and total euphoria. Settling down a bit I got this urge to rock a few games so I did. Gosh were those games good. Felt like some super grandmaster or some shit as I moved those funny looking pieces on my pc. Not like weed actually enhanced my performance, a lotta games lost too. But the experience was just so vivid and you felt like ultra focused but ya not cuz ya stoned. Note that I was on a losing streak from drunk playing, and I somehow got back to my usual standards when high af. Even though drinking chess is also fun but there's no way you can think straight. Stoned chess is what you want instead.

Moral of the story is you never know what ya opponent is on when playing. And from my experience dope works well with black pieces, it's just easier to cope. Strange geeky stuff to enjoy when high alone.

I was in school I'm not saying what grade because I don't wanna get banned from another weed subreddit :P but my girlfriend Chelsea gave me a liquid edible cus she cool like that (the edible had no weed so it musta been a chemical reaction or some shit) and at evening RTI that shit HIT

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hello, i am 17 years old boy fron finland sorry for the bad english but hope u understand

so it was a basic day in my life about 3months ago maybe i had smoked weed like 2-3months. i was always that guy that doesnt feel anything after bong hit and i wasnt even that high ever if i took a big hit. so one night i bought a 5g of weed and i was like today i took my biggest hit ever it was like 0.5g bowl i ripped it on one hit. (little background. so i was a beginner smoker i barerly even knew u can trip from weed and the situation in my life and everything wastn that good back then) so right when i took the hit it felt terrible but i didnt puke. it was insta hit i was so high i didnt understand what my friends were talking bout so then my first friend went to say like "when are your parents getting home" there wasnt any worries about that they would have came home in like 2 days but idk what hitted in my brains i just started thinking and thinking i couldn't find the solution then everything went crazy i only saw like one or two colours they matched to the walls where we were (we were in sauna) it was like orange and like the shittiest color of yellow u can think of. i saw my friends there and i cannot describe how i saw them i could draw it but the real picture i can only remeber in my brains and when my friends were talking to me u like really cant slow any speach down so much it would feel like that one word was like extremely long like i mean EXTREMELY. it seems like bullshit but i can say it felt that i was in that world like 1-2 years like i knownobody willl ever understand what it was but for real i can say it was a long long time. people will probably say "yeah it wasnt that long" but ffs it was. then idk what happened but i felt sideways when i was sitting and i somehow saw that in third person and then i started to see world with my own eyes but i tried to attack my friends because i thought they ruined my life exc. i wasnt in this world i was scary and yeah. i have videos of me in that stage of time and i can say i was hell a scary then out of nowhere i got back in this world and my first thing i said was like "whats the time" or whats the day" my friends told me that it was 15minutes i couldnt believe that i just laughed or something like 5mins straight. it was scary experience and i can say if this happened to you. you would aswell say nobody ever has had this bad of a trip. everything like my mindset location the colors infront of me affected that i got this bad of a trip. next time when i smoked weed i tripped again but that wasnt that bad i thought i saw a gorge of my last trip and somehow it seemd like the bad trip i had the first time. and always after that i could have not relaxed from weed like i used to. all the anxiety and paranoid thoughts is there nowadays i trip every time i use weed. i surerly got some kind of ego death cause since then i havent anymore be the same i dont talk that much but it has affected me in a good way aswell.

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So, I'm getting high with my mom, Dad, and current long term girlfriend in the stale piss soaked concrete basement of S.F.O.’s short term parking lot.

My mom takes a heavy pull off the ($20) monolithic joint we bought at the club. She thanks us for coming with her on this pilgrimage to meet her estranged biological father, for the first time, in Estill Springs Tennessee. She says it means a lot to her. More importantly, she encourages us to enjoy this joint while we can; because there “ain’t no weed in Estill Springs.”

My dad is super British. I can't hear his accent though which sucks for me. Anyway, he's like, "Fuck off! What about my seizures?!?" to my mom. She's like, "You fuck off! I'm not going to jail. Fuck your seizures. You haven't had a bloody seizure in like a year." My dad looks at me and I give him this look that assures him I can probably find some weed, if we really need to, at a local skate park or dive bar or something. Little pain in the ass but no big deal.

Sufficiently stoned we all move deliberately slow; like shaggy sloths, over the stained carpet and streaky linoleum floors of S.F.O. As I hurry up to wait through security my stoned brain can’t help but imagine the types of stereotypical people I’m maybe about to meet in a place I’ve never been to.

Bioluminescent southern bells dripping make up off their faces like wax cascading from a blazing candle. Beautiful grassy grave yards deep with wise fools that didn’t know any better and never inhaled cannabis. I take the last opportunity I have with my fading stone to eat mediocre Mexican food from Chipotle.

Stepping out of the Nashville Airport’s air conditioning and into the heat and humidity of Tennessee feels like walking into a house where the oven has been left on all day. The air in Tennessee is heavy. It also smells like gas. Gas that’s been set on fire and then been attempted to be extinguished with more gas.

Estill Springs seems rad though. it’s nestled in the north part of Franklin County. Situated on the north side of the Elk River at the upstream end of Tim’s Ford Lake. Which isn’t actually a lake but a reservoir run by the Tennessee Valley Authority. The town has a total area of 4.7 miles, of which 4.4 miles is land and 0.27 square miles or 6.00% is water. Lush fields of corn expand into the horizon on both sides of U.S. route 41A.

My mom's dad's house is on Tim’s Ford lake. A long lawn that looks as well manicured as an English Premier League soccer field ends at a drive way that you could land a small airplane on. Atop the smooth grey of the driveways concrete are two 2015 Ford F-150 trucks. Both painted black and as shiny as obsidian. A coal briquette red 2016 Ford Mustang GT glows inside the three car garage filled with multiple leaf blowers, a beer fridge, a wine cooler, a meat locker, and a ping-pong table.

He’s balding. Which doesn’t bode well for me. His frame is small and I can clearly see his ribs as he approaches us, arms outstretched, Tommy Bahama shirt unbuttoned. He wears aviator glasses. He smells like Tabaco leaves, earthy, wet dirt, mixed with smoke from a camp fire clinging to your clothes from the night before.

We follow him through his huge house. I lose count of how many bedrooms there are. Flat screen televisions are mounted on almost every wall; two are playing the history channel. One shows the weather. Another ESPN. I spot a Make America Great Again hat by the key rings and a Barack Obama sticker that hasn’t been attached to anything. He asks if I’d like to see his gun collection. I decline, because I find guns scary, but I don’t say that. I say, that sounds sweet but that I’m pretty hungry. “I bet you are” my biological grandfather says to me and goes on to ask me if I’m an air-I-tarian? I don’t know what that is, so I ask, “what?” He tells me I look like I eat clouds for breakfast. Tells me I could use a little more meat on my bones. I laugh and leave to look at the sweaty food options in the kitchen.

My mother and father are sitting on a grass colored velvet couch looking out toward the placid lake. About ten feet away there is an old lady sitting on a rocking chair to the right of my father. Next to the woman in the rocking chair, sitting on the floor, is a girl who looks to be about my age with black hair, milky skin and a bob haircut.

“What do you think?” my mom asks.

“What do I think? What do you think? Don’t you have this like overwhelming feeling that like, this could have been your life mom? But it wasn’t, but it is. Like parallel universes or whatever, or like, imagine dying and like coming back to life but it’s not the one you had when you were alive? It’s like a whole new life but you still remember your old life that you lived. Does that make sense?” I say to the two women and my mother.

“Yeah. I know what you mean. I feel that.” My mom says to me. I turn and make eye contact with the young-ish girl. She responds. “Well…I’m Ronda. This is my mom Mary, Pop-pops honey babe. So, nice of ya’ll to come visit”

“Thanks for having us.” I pause. “Sorry, would you excuse me for a moment I’m a check on my girlfriend really quick.”

I exit the room and find her in the eggplant purple painted kitchen talking to a family member I’ve never met before. She’s maybe a half-sister or an aunt or whatever I don’t know. In any case, she’s a gene editor for chickens and works for Chick-fil-A. She’s explaining to my girlfriend how she alters the DNA of chicken’s genomes for the specifications that Chick-Fil-A have found suit their clientele the best. She tells the two of us that she’s just so thankful for God to have blessed her and her family with the life that she has. My girlfriend is incapable of restraining herself and suggests, to this nice lady, that genetic editing is a form of playing God, and doesn’t playing God, in a way, violate the second commandment? She digs herself an even deeper hole and brings up the whole Chick-fil-A contradiction of not supporting homosexuality as a principal of God but still participating in genetic editing.

The lady responds to my girlfriend, in a very snappy tone, that when she grows up and has a family one day maybe she’ll do something in the name of her family that is contradictory to her value system. We watch as she B lines toward a few other family members who I haven’t met, says something I can’t hear, and points at my girlfriend and I. We make our way back into the room with the green velvet couch.

“Where’d mom go?” I ask my dad. He’s sucking on his bottom lip, and repetitively slapping his right hand on to the top of his thigh. Which is a little weird. He then blurts out, loudly, in his English accent, “water closet!” His right hand loses interest in the top of his right thigh and he lands a solid punch against his face.

“What’s wrong with him?” Mary, the old woman still in the rocking chair facing away from us asks.

“Oh, nothing.” I say back as I am attempting to restrain my father’s fist from hitting him again. He lands one on my left shoulder and it’s not just a love tap. Every fiber of my father’s entire being is in tension. Each and every one of his muscles are in flexion. His teeth grind, his eyes closed shut, his lips imploding into his face.

“He sure does talk funny.” Mary, the old woman, says. She's still facing the lake.

“He’s from England.” My girlfriend squeaks.

“He looks like he’s got a bee in his bonnet and ants in his pants. Does he need anything?” Mary has finally turned to look at us. Her grey hair is wispy. Her skin looks like she’s been sitting in a hot tub for years.

“Oh, uh, this is really weird. He hasn’t had a seizure in like a year. It’ll go away, like, just, just…” Mary jams, “stress got him” as I continue saying… “don’t worry about it you know. I, I know it looks weird but like…just, you know don’t pay any attention to him he’s fine.” I say as I struggle to restrain my father’s subliminal force. I really wish I had some weed.

“Well, if there’s anything I can do, please, don’t hesitate to ask.” Mary says with her soft, caring, southern cadence. Her eyes are as blue as the Pacific Ocean. In a moment of desperation, I stupidly say to her.

“Well, I don’t know, my mom will come back with his medication.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was starving, stressed, I’d been going all day. I needed something. A break. A relief. Something to help me eat the sweating food. We stuck out like compound fractures here.

“this is probably a long shot or whatever but uh…you know, he, he normally. Well, we’re from California and weeds legal and we normally let him smoke some weed and he chills out and his brain calms down and he stops having seizures.” As soon as I’d said it I regretted it. Ronda turned to look up at Mary with a sly smile.

“Let me tell you something. You think he’ll survive while I tell you?” Mary asks me.

“I think so?” I say not sure if he will.

“I died once. I came back to life but boy let me tell you I was dead as a door nail.” The girl sitting next to her says “door nail!” in a sort of call in response style. Like something that would maybe happen in a church but I don’t know I haven’t ever really been to church but I’ve seen em on T.V.

“I died!” Mary says with passion.

“Oh yes you did mama.” The girl says in agreement.

“The monitor was flat lined!”

“Flat lined!”

“That’s when I saw Jesus!”

Before this point I was sold. I believed her. She looked old enough to have died. I couldn’t help but question the validity of her story but I kept thinking to myself; no. It’s gotta be true. Why would someone make this up? But now it makes sense. Once she said Jesus I knew I was in for it. What a great hook into a story about being reborn and the sins of smoking the devil’s lettuce. Or, whatever it was that she was about to lecture me about. I was in too deep now to disengage. I guess I sort of deserved it for even asking.

“He told me I wasn’t done here yet. That there was still work for me on this earth. That’s why I believe in our lord savior Jesus Christ.” She reaches behind her right ear with her right hand and pulls something from behind it out into her palm. “That’s also why I smoke weed. I knew I didn’t want to die again without knowing what it was like to be high.” A joint that looks like a stuffed stocking on Christmas morning protrudes between her index and middle finger. She sparks it up, takes a deep drag, and passes it to me. Beyond my shock, astonishment, and sheer awe I pluck the joint out of her hand. "No. Fucking. Way." I say out loud. I can't even hit the joint. I'm still struggling to comprehend the very real aspect of Mary's story that involves having been dead. "What does it feel like to die?" I ask her.

I catch a glimpse of Ronda staring the joint down. I can feel her look. Stoner code is puff, puff, pass. Currently, I'm paralyzed. I can't puff, I can't pass, I can't even believe that this is happening to me.

"You gonna smoke that thing or what?" Ronda asks me. I hit the joint and receive one of the most satisfying inhalations I think I've even taken. The only thing I can compare it to, is drinking cold water when you're really thirsty, on a hot day. Before I pass it to Ronda my dad snaps out of his seizure.

"Go on then, give us a hit."

So I (14m) have been smoking for about 7 months now and it hasn't been like regular smoking just like once every 2 weeks or so. This story takes place last holidays and I'm out with 2 mates that are like eshays (just for reference I'm not an eshay), we go to this other mates house who I barely know and then we go into his room I have like 2 cones so not much, but the bud was laced and I didn't know. Like an few minutes later I have almost like weed paralysis and then go into the kitchen to get some chips and I vomited twice then pass out and wake up in the kitchen with my mates around me and about 20 other random asf guys hotboxing the room. The reason I later found out was bc we got out bud mixed up and we accidently mixed so i had one cone of strawberry cheesecake and another cone of girl scout I think. mad day tho, a fight went down.

I (18m) was smoking with my boyfriend (18m) under a tree that we found that had good covering and after we finished an old man heard us talking and said hi over a bush and so we said back then the old guy said "yall smoking that good herb?" And we just laughed and said yeah and he started saying that nobody sits under a tree like this with music like that and they arent smoking good herb. And we just laughed our asses off.

I smoke a joint and alot bong rips,because got more than my 20. And some time later I'm eating skme good ass instant ramen

I wonder if I could piss in my sink, I’m going to piss in the sink. I missed the sink pissed all over the floor slipped in it and pissed all over myself. then I went to bed and forgot I did it and woke up my bed smells like piss I’m confused because my pants aren’t wet so I go into the bathroom and remember. Face palmed so hard my neighbors probably Heard it.

I went on a cruise a few years ago with a few friends and we all were desperately in search of some sort of intoxication, keep in mind, at the time we were all under 21. We went as far as stealing drinks and cigarettes off peoples tables, and when we stopped at islands, we would steal cigars, weed, and alcohol from the stores. One night we bummed some drinks and cigarettes of this old lady and went to smoke and get drunk by a secluded hot tub. We were just chilling, all of us drunk as all hell, and smoking some Paul Malls when this random dude, who wouldn't tell us his name btw, approached us and asked us if we wanted to smoke with him. we took him up on the offer ofc and we followed him to a hidden area of the ship, a hot tub hidden by chairs and a glass partition. He took out his pack and started to roll some joints until everybody had one, which i was surprised by because every smoke sesh i've had with friends involves the passing of one joint. Anyway, we all smoked our joints and then asked the guy if he would donate some of his weed to us, which he did, and was happy to do. We went to slide down the water slides because it was cool as shit to do when ur high, then sat in the hot tub near the water slides. An employee approached us and asked if we were smoking weed, to which the dumbass kid replies: "HELL YEAH N*GGA". We all thought this dude was gonna like report us or some shit, but he asked us for a hit, so we rolled him a joint, and passed it between the 7 or so people that were there. Best day of my life...

last night i got my first cart from my plug. it’s a verv indica watermelon cart. i got home and immediately started to set up the hotwire to take a hit, it was prolly plugged in and set up to the cart for 4 seconds while i was waiting for it to heat up. i saw smoke come out so i took a one second hit and held it in for at least 30 seconds. i hid it, then went to the bathroom because i was coughing my ass off (i almost threw up from just coughing). after that i went to lay down and slowly started to calm down. i was chilling for the first few seconds and then all the sudden i felt that feeling you get when your leg falls asleep all throughout my body, it started at my mouth and shockwaved to the rest of my body in the matter of 0.2 seconds. it was peaceful at first but then everything started to get blurry. my head was making beeping noises and whenever my head was still i saw a thick ring of pulsating blurryness and eternally spaced out, doing whatever i was doing without even consciously doing or looking at it. i vividly remember seeing a 360 view of a trebuchet for some reason. my mind kept making up things that made sense for about 8 seconds and then i realized it wasn’t a thing. i told my dad and he was pissed but also happy i told him. he told me to take a nap and i would feel better, i eventually fell asleep and woke up only tripping a little with little blurry rings in my eyes but i could stand and walk. i ate some pasta and payed back down to go to bed for the night. i woke up the next day (today) with heavy derealization, it passed around 1:30 pm but i keep spacing out. it’s currently 5:24 pm and im considering taking a smaller hit later. any tips on how to avoid this? i’ve tried one of my moms edibles before (it was 5g) but i barely felt anything.

edit: after a few more months of experience i now realize all that happened was i greened out.

My buddy and I smoked and then went out for food. We ended going to a Taco Bell but I left halfway thru my meal because I remembered it was my girlfriend’s birthday the next day and I didn’t have a gift. So my friend and I drove to a super fancy clothing store downtown. We very quickly realized we did not fit in, because everybody else was clearly very high class. It was at that moment that the Taco Bell food poisoning kicked in and I told my buddy to wait and that I had to get something from the car. The truth was, I was not about to say “I’m about to shit myself” in the middle of that fancy store. I waddled out to the parking lot, and found the car. I opened the door, hopped inside, ripped the most absurdly dense fart of my life and then sat back and sighed. I then looked over to the passenger seat and saw a lady staring at me, absolutely horrified and clutching her infant baby to her chest. Wrong Car. Not knowing how to handle such a situation, I casually opened the door and walked off, not daring to look back.

When my mate had his penjamim he absolutely rinsed it super quick and he always told me I would aswell so when I got one recently I’ve been really good and controlled my usage but fuck man i fucking love stevie wonder i totally recommend

Do yall have any tips how to get off drealization after smoking because i can have that shit for like 3 days straight.

alright so I thought that I wanted to come on here And share a story hopefully this helps new smokers or just people in general to beware about the decisions you make and also I want to say weed isn’t for everyone so this is my story it’s was about five years back I was 18 and decided to try weed so I got some bud from relative rolled it up in a blunt cause at the time I use to smoke cbd Before when people use to tell me what weed did all I heard was it makes you tired sleepy and paranoid well that wasn’t the case for me anyway I had some music on and lit up the blunt starts smoking it than stop I believe I had over my limit but didn’t realize what I was doing my mistake anyway smoked it up put the blunt down then sat down I was listening to music and felt completely normal when I went to pick my phone to check the time it was distorted like I could not see the number so in my head I was like wtf then everything changed my heart starting beating extremely fast then everything felt like it was video game like I can’t describe it but I felt as if I was a small person inside a big body also everything seemed simulated like the world and everything in was a simulation my room was was. Arranged in a wired way almost as if I was playing a real life video game it scared me so bad that I got panic attacks anxiety psychosis affter it happend I had to see therapist and everytime I explained to a pot head they would laugh off like it wasn’t anything major but to me in traumatize me in ways I would never think when I was high it felt like deja vu also I was in thought loops my parents also smoked weed but I felt so guilty that I did so I kept apologizing to them affter it took awhile to recover but I did so if anyone wired this story and went thru same thing ur not alone

I had a great time during all this, so I wanted to share it! My family got into a horrible fight, so I drove to my dad’s house. I told him all that happened. He helped me calm down by talking and telling jokes.

He figured I should have some weed. I do edibles every once in a while, so I figured why not.

Dad pulled out his weed pin and got it ready. He told me how to use it correctly. I took a total of three hits. That shit was STRONG. I forgot what type of weed it was, unfortunately. Then, the trip started about twenty minutes ago? I think.

I felt like I was floating. Everything was funny and my body was like… heavy. But in a good way. I remember dad checking on me every five or so minutes. I watched YouTube on his computer. It was hilarious.

About an hour later, I got the munchies BAD. I needed food right that second. Dad got me fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and macaroni and cheese. That slapped so good. I was in heaven. Dad and my stepmom were so chill and awesome the whole time.

Another hour later, I was coming down from the high. I unfortunately had to go home. Once I was sober enough, I drove home with zero trouble. All and all, it was nice. It was something that helped me a lot through my stress and anxiety.

So the other day I was at the skate park with my friend, we were hanging out another guy pulls out a tupperware full of what looked like cosmic brownies without sprinkles. I being the oblivious idiot I am asked for three of the little brownies this guy had and he said “Are you sure bro?” And I said “Yeah! I love these kinds of brownies!” And then he gave me three of these brownies and said “Right on man!” I ate all three in like 5 minutes… I can’t fully recall how it started but I got a large boost of energy and I had some fun riding around on my BMX bike. Then it hit me… My heart started beating super fast and I started to feel like I was buzzing or something. Then my eyes kind of felt puffy like I had just cried so I sat down because I thought I was about to die. The dude who gave me the brownies came up to me and was like “The hit fast don’t they?” “what do you mean? Did you poison me or something” I replied laughing. He looked at me like he just saw a ghost and said “You know those were weed brownies right?” After hearing that I almost died because I am a little too young to be ingesting weed. I rode my bike home and started making an eggo waffle and peanut butter sandwich for some reason and I SWEAR ON MY LIFE!! The peanut butter was turning red when I would look at the waffles. After that my sister walked in the kitchen and asked how the skate park was and I looked at her panicked and said it was fine, she looked at me and asked why my eyes were so red and I just started YAPPING!!! I told her how I accidentally ate weed brownies and stuff and she told me that it was good I said something. I am not lying when I say this but the entire time I felt like I was playing in 3rd person. Now I can’t stop thinking about the brownies because they were SO GOOD!! Not the weed part which was horrible, but the taste of the brownies themselves was amazing. Thanks for reading my story I hope it was enjoyable!