My First High: An Introduction

April 10, 2019 No Comments

That first toke.
Maybe from a makeshift pipe — fruit, Gatorade bottles, or the classic steamroller.
You fumble with the lighter and nervously laugh.
Flick, flick, fire.

And it hits you so hard, you think you might lose a lung… when, suddenly, the wave hits.
Tingles. Warmth. Laughter. Sometimes slight nausea.

Whatever it may be, we’ve all experienced it.

Here on It’s Blunt Girl, we like to call it “My First High”, an interview series that details first experiences with cannabis through narrative. We’d like to capture everyday, regular people to destigmatize cannabis.

Want to talk about your first high? Email me at itsbluntgirl@gmail.com.


My First High:
"Blunt Girl"
26-year-old female
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Still warm in the fall of my freshman year of high school, I walked several blocks in my small, conservative town.

The wind was warm and yet had the smell of a cool fall coming. Walking alongside my friend and neighbor, we spent our time talking about the kids in class, laughing at the day’s events and complaining about living in a small dirt town. That day, however, he asked me a question that would undoubtedly change my life.

“Have you ever gotten high?” he asked.

“High? Like on weed?” I asked nervously.

Since marijuana has yet to be decriminalized in my home state, it was very taboo in my religious community. Classmates of mine had started experimenting with weed in 8th grade, trying to be cool “gangsters.” I, on the other hand, was terrified of getting caught.

Trying to mimic the forbidden ritual I just witnessed,
I inhaled and immediately began coughing.
Engulfed in a cloud of fluffy smoke, it felt like I was suffocating.

He nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets, patiently waiting for my answer.

“No, have you?

”He tells me about his first high after scoring a quarter from one of the older kids in high school.

“It’s like being a kite and you’re floating in space,” he said. “It’s different, it’s not like alcohol, it won’t make you sick or give you a hangover. You just feel… happy.”

Intrigued, I knew this was a friend I could trust.

As we approached his standalone garage, we hid in the brush that lined the gray brick. He pulled out what looked like a skinny cigarette that smelled like old-school skunk. With wide eyes, I watched him light it, take a deep inhale, and let out a cough or two.

It was my turn.

Trying to mimic the forbidden ritual I just witnessed, I inhaled and immediately began coughing. Engulfed in a cloud of fluffy smoke, it felt like I was suffocating. But within minutes, I started vibrating and feeling a fun, almost dizzying, lightheadedness.

Water.

All I could think about was how badly my dry mouth needed a cool sip of water.

Saying goodbye to my friend, I moved at a sloth’s pace on my schlep back to my house. My eyelids were heavy and all I wanted to do was lie down.

The rest of my first high was fuzzy. In fact, I have about two unaccounted hours. I’d like to think I was watching Spongebob Squarepants or eating all of the snacks in my pantry, but I’m pretty sure I just laid there hoping no one would talk to me.

I watched the room spin above me — my heart pounding in my chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Faster and faster, it was a deafening sound for my stoned ears. I sat up swiftly, ran to my bathroom and hurled. And so it began… my life-long experimentation with cannabis.

Want to talk about your first high? Email me at itsbluntgirl@gmail.com. 

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