Chronicles of a Stoner
Chapter Two: The First Time
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Thirteen years old and fresh out of the seventh grade, I
rode my bike to my best friend’s house as fast as my legs would pedal.
whole week, and I was ecstatic.
Lisa was a bad influence on me, but I encouraged it.
pack, and if her mother wasn’t home we would drink a few glasses of her stashed
wine.
But that was really the extent of our misbehavior.
I arrived at Lisa’s house, putting my bike in her shed
before heading into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom.
“Hey, Lisa,” I said, handing her my backpack full of a weeks
worth of clothes.
“Hi,” she said before going back to the conversation she was
having on the phone.
When she was finally finished, she sat up and looked at me
with the most serious expression.
“Have you ever heard of marijuana?
I might have been extremely naïve, but I knew what pot was.
“Yeah,” I replied a bit hesitantly.
“Well, have you ever smoked any?” she asked with the same
seriousness.
“Um…no,” I shook my head.
Then she suddenly broke her serious expression by widely
grinning and giving me a pat on the back.
“Well, then I guess today is your lucky day.”
She stood up and started moving around her room in search of
something. She found what she was
looking for, her sweater, and pulled it on over her head.
“When you came in I was talking to my friend Elizabeth.
she started saying while pulling socks on her feet.
“What?” I asked, uncertain if I had heard her right.
mother buying illegal drugs for their thirteen year old daughters.
bought it for her? That is so cool!”
“Yeah,” she said it as if it were the most normal thing in
the world. Then she smiled, “Don’t
worry, it’s going to be fun.”
We left Lisa’s house and walked the four blocks to
house. Though it was summer, the sky was
filled with grey clouds that covered the sun and normally blue sky, and the
wind blew slightly, but enough to make me wear a jacket.
We finally arrived at
house. I was a bit nervous to meet
thoughts were broken when, I’m assuming, her mother answered the door.
“Hi, girls,” she said smiling and holding the door open for
us. “Lizzie,”
she shouted, calling her daughter. “Why
don’t you two girls have a seat?” her mother gestured at a long table
surrounded by folding chairs. Then she
left us alone to wait for her daughter.
I was looking around, taking in my surroundings.
small kitchen, and fly paper was hung from the very tall ceiling.
rooms. I could see the bathroom behind
one door and I assumed that the other two rooms were bedrooms.
Out of one of the bedrooms,
emerged.
She smiled when she saw Lisa and then her eyes flickered
over to where I was standing. She smiled
at me and said, “Hi, Lisa’s told me so much about you.”
“Hi,” I smiled back at her, taking her extended hand, “nice
to meet you.”
She sat down next to Lisa, across from me.
buds. I could see bright orange hairs
and white crystals covering the green leaves.
It was my first look at marijuana.
While
busied herself with rolling a joint, Lisa broke the silence.
“So, is your mom going to be here while we smoke?”
I remembered seeing her mom disappear into the other
bedroom, leaving the door open behind her.
“Yeah, but she’s not going to smoke,”
replied nonchalantly. She sealed the
joint by licking the shiny seal along the edge and pressing it down with her
thumbs.
“Is this your first time?” she asked me.
“Yeah,” I replied shyly.
It was kind of embarrassing to be the only one in the room lacking
experience.
Lisa pulled a lighter out of her pocket and handed it to
“Watch me inhale,”
said before lighting the joint.
A flame lingered at the tip of the joint and then flickered
out as
smoke. I could hear her inhaling it and
I could see the joint burning as she did so.
When she pulled the joint away from her mouth she inhaled sharply,
filling her lungs to the capacity.
As she held in the smoke for as long as she could, she
passed the joint to Lisa, who expertly inhaled.
The joint was burning down and by the time Lisa passed it to me, it was
already smoked halfway down.
I felt nervous and excited at the prospect of doing
something “bad.”
I took the joint being passed to me and asked, “It’s the
same as smoking a cigarette, right?
Except that you hold it in?”
Lisa nodded and started coughing out smoke.
smile and said, “Yeah, hit it like a cigarette.”
And hit it I did. I
put the very end of the joint between my thumb and middle finger, as I had seen
Lisa do, but not applying too much pressure.
I put the joint up to my mouth, rather I put my fingers holding the
joint up to my mouth so that I wouldn’t get the end of the joint wet, and
inhaled.
And inhaled…
And inhaled…
The joint sizzled as it burned from my hit.
it burnt the back of my throat and filled my lungs.
longer. And with one last pull off the
joint, I passed it to
Now came the hard part, holding the smoke in for as long as
I could. The smoke irritated my lungs,
causing a burning sensation. And my
lungs felt like they were going to burst.
I could feel my head grow dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but still I
held it all in. Finally, when I could no
longer take it and the need of air became too great, I blew it all out.
And I began coughing.
And I coughed.
And coughed…
And then coughed some more.
I heard Lisa comment, “Damn, that was a huge ass hit.”
But I didn’t acknowledge her assessment.
coughing fit continued. But I finally
recovered. Just in time too, because it
was, yet again, my hit.
I inhaled shakily before bringing the joint to my mouth for
another go. I didn’t think I would be
able to take a very big hit like the last one, but then I started to feel the
effects of the pot. My throat suddenly
didn’t hurt as much and the ache in my lungs was numbed.
than the first time.
joint to
…
After
we sat around in silence, each in our own world.
incredible. I felt the haziness in my
head, and the sensations I felt in my body were great.
still felt a bit irritated.
Lisa’s voice broke through my reverie, “
do you have any cookies and milk?”
Gesturing towards the kitchen,
said, “Yeah, we have Oreos and milk.
Help yourself.”
“Do you want any?” Lisa asked me.
Did I? Was I
hungry? And then I realized, that I was,
in fact, very hungry.
I nodded and stood up, but Lisa waved me back down.
“So, how do you feel?”
asked me.
“Really good,” I replied.
It was hard for me to talk because my mouth felt very dry.
The parrot that had been quiet all this time started
squawking, quite loudly, in fact. While
tried to quiet her obnoxious bird, Lisa came out of the kitchen with an
unopened package of Oreo cookies and two glasses of milk.
Not being very successful in quieting her bird,
turned to me and said, “So, are you finally feeling hungry?
My stomach rumbled, indicating my hunger, and I nodded.
sat across from me at the table. She
opened the package of Oreos and started dunking one in her milk, and I took an
Oreo and followed suit.
I was about to take a bite of the cookie, when I became
increasingly giggly. I suddenly burst
out laughing. I spilled milk on the
table, which only made me laugh harder.
Lisa started laughing out loud, also, spraying a mixture of the cookie
in her mouth and milk on the table. That
caused us both to laugh even harder. I
doubled over, clutching my side because it started to ache from me laughing so
hard.
gone into the kitchen and came out with a glass of milk for herself.
mess on the table, which caused her to laugh.
We laughed for a while before calming down.
overly soggy cookie that I had ended up dropping in my glass of milk.
it.
We would have eaten the whole package of Oreos if not for
mother coming out to check on us. She
saw us eating the cookies, going through them quite fast, and picked them up
off the table to replace them in the kitchen.
We went to
bedroom and all three managed to sprawl out on her bed.
up at some point. Her room was
comfortably warm, and a beam of sunlight came in through her window lighting up
her room. The atmosphere was very
relaxing, and along with being stoned, we soon fell asleep.
My first time wasn’t anything special, but it will be
something that I’ll always remember.