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I would like to share my first fumbles with people who have not smoked before. Hopefully my experiances can help them undersatnmd it's not all fucked up and dirty like the media says.

Up until this point in my life, I have been Straight Edge. Pot is evil. It will corrpupt, and control you, or so I used to think.
It's just another weekend and I just finshed straightening up the house for my brother's visit. He set's his shit in my room and pulls out a tin can.
"check it out," he holds out the peculiar tin case.
I opened it up and I didn't know it at the time but, it was the most beautiful wee dI have ever seen. Moist, dark green, Crystals and hairs, and full leafs wrapped around the sticky bud.
Nervously, I tell him to have fun.

But, he won't let me be in my ignorance. Never once did he insult me or pressure me but, he just had that confusion in his face...
I was perplexed by a high times magazine he pulled out of his bag. This culture, these interesting things...
So, my creativity and imaginitaion got the best of me..We both practiced making bongs and pipes out of everything we could find until 4AM rolled around.
He pulled out an acrylic bong as opposed to our shitty bongs we made for fun, and asked if I wanted to smoke up.

I declined.

The next day, He left all of the sticky weed with me and told me I can try it any time I wanted. Oh, I was ignorant. I looked at the buds and didn't know what to do with them.. nearing the end of the week and my brother's next visit, I decided to try some of this stuff. I placed the full bud into my bowl and lit.. Cough...cough. Well, I inhaled right. Noticing nothing different, I was slightly dissappointed. I had worked up the gull and I had felt so elated to be entering this new world and there was nothing there..I lit it again. I probably smoked about 2 grams that day. And I wasted it.

My Brother arrived 2 days later and was upset that i'd smoked so much of it and still reported no effects. Of course, It was a watse. I had expected to loose control. Lauhg uncontrollably, see colours, forget who I am, all the crazy stuff I had been told in health class.

later that night, my brother and I didthe same thing we did that last time. And as 4 AM rolled around, he offered again.

I accepted his offer.

We took his bong, and another one he had fashioned himself, outside. On a nice Florida night...the air was crisp, warm, and calm. My backyard was quite extensive. So there was plenty of space to just chill and smoke. If only Florida had grass, lol.
We loaded a bowl. I smoked until my throat was sore, and loaded another bowl. I loaded another and another. I don't know if I was smoking as much as him but, I kept tewlling him it wasn't working.
"Maybe I have an immunity to it, man," I was perplexed. Why hadf't i worked.
I went to light another bowl. I clicked the lighter onto the bowl..

And it happened...

Here we were..I was lookign at my brother now in a different light. I was so happy that we were here...just living. He was talkign and I chuckled. My repressed laughter sent him into a giggle fit. He lit up again but couldn't hold hislaugh. Couygh COUGH COUGH. He chioked and right there, in fornt of me...he just fucking vommitted fruit loops all over the porch steps. It wass the most goddamn hilarious thing I have ever seen. I began laughing...I wanted to laugh. I fucking loved laughinmg. I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to die the happiest, highest person on earth. I knelt overt the steps laughing.
'hahahhaha, fuck you man," my brother exclaimed. It was the good kinda fuck you. Thew kinda "fuck you" that says "I'm so glad you're here man, this rocks."
Visions began running through my head. I felt like I do before I pass out. Euphoric and sped-up. ThenbI snapped to attention. I was HIGH! This was it!Evgerythign around me looked like a movie. I was in a fucking movie and it was good.
"Oh my God, man! I'm high. It hit me! What the fuck..What the fuck.."
I didn't know what to do with my situation. It was great ebign there. He suggested we go chill inside. I had smoked a massive amoutn of (very kind) bud.
Walking to the door felt like a storbe light. Every movement was blocked in pattern and form. Everytime I went to do something, I forgot all about doing it. It was so relaxing.

Later that night, we chilled in my room and talked about everything. I kept all mjusic off and the TV off. Electronics proved to be serious buzzkills.
I learned that coming down forma high sucks. I had smoked way topo much and to thi day, I cannot find weed that good. AK-47 and BlueBerry have come very close :D But, still not those origional sweet buds :D
I now have a 3-4 hit limit to my smoking. And if you smoke every 60 mintues you can maintain a high without crashing :)
Experiance is the best teacher. But, now when someone is smokeing for their first time, I tewll them this story and some experiance after this smoke out.
Usually when I smoke, it's like being in a movie. And when I talk, I picture everything in my head. I've worked out a lot of my social isssues and a lot of my self esteem issues with the aid of cannabis. It's a grewat meditive tool, medicine, resource, and way to have fun and bond with your friends and family :)