My First

"Alright, you ready to do this?"
He leads me back to his apartment, opens the window and turns on the ceiling fan. He gathers all his necessary supplies from a shoe box by his wardrobe and puts it on the table. He then takes out a small piece of cannabis from his orange prescription pill bottle, and rolls it in a thin sheet of rice paper.

The cannabis looked really strange to me. I expected to be thick, greasy, and dark like hookah shisha, but instead, it looked like a dry piece of weed that you pull out from the sidewalk between those cement blocks. It looked nothing like the plant with seven leaves arranged perfectly around. Regardless, I guess I was ready. It wasn't even a matter of readiness, I was more curious than anything. I didn't want to go out and chase the experience, I didn't want to have to go out of my way to do this, but there it was, I was presented with the opportunity, and I decided to grasp it. I wanted to see what it was like. I wanted to cross that lake and see what was on the other side. I wanted to see what my mind is capable of.

He lights the joint and passes it to me. I inhale through my mouth without taking in anything into my lungs, and then I exhale out thick a big puff of grey smoke.
"you are wasting it," he says.
"you've got to inhale into your mouth, then inhale into your lungs, hold it in there, one, two, three, then exhale."

Inhale into my mouth
Inhale into my lungs, holding it there for three Mississippies
Slowly exxxhaaaleeeeee.
Just like that, I took maybe five or six hits, until I was scared the smoking end would burn my lips. To be honest, I didn't feel anything at first, but after it was all done, after the last bit burnt out and refused to light up again, it all came to me. My head felt extremely light, it was almost as if my head was no longer sitting on my neck, but floating somewhere above me. The smoke created a haze infront of me, and my eyes felt fumy from the smoke. My eyes felt droopy. Everything just seemed so chill and relaxing. It felt sooo goood. To hell with finals. To hell with my GPA. To hell with the endless drama. To hell with it all. It didn't matter, nothing mattered. For once, I felt like I was worry free. The Pink Floyd music playing on the JBL creature was just explosive, the chopper sound in the song made me think of Vietnam for some weird reason, and I felt like I was in the fuckin jungles running around. The speakers were like surround sound, and I heard the blades of the chopper all around me. Then all of a sudden, I started laughing. I laughed until tears started flowing out of my eyes. My friend started laughing too, and somehow I thought that just made everything funnier, and I laughed and laughed until my cheeks hurt. Then after the laugh attack, things became chill again.

Overall, it was a very interesting experience. I've heard that the first time the effect is not that great. Maybe what I felt was really a placebo effect, but whatever, who cares right?

I feel like I'm going on a journey in life.