I smoked weed once and I admit I won't do it again. And I will explain why...
I was a freshman in high school and I decided to hang out with my senior friend, Wesley, in my neighborhood with his friends. We walked around the block for a little bit, just talking and laughing. We walked to Wesley's house and went to the back where this garage was. I sat down on end of a couch that was falling apart in there. Joy, an asian chick, and Jared sat next to me. Wesley said it was 'mary jane time'. At first, I had shrugged my shoulders and I didn't want to take any part in that. But they changed my mind to give it a try because Wesley knew how to twerk with my curiosity.
Everybody, including myself, formed a circle around this table in front of the couch to each take a hit off the blunt Wesley made. When I took my first hit, they all clapped and applauded for me for it being my first time I would get high. I didn't want to take any more hits after that but you know, Wesley got me to. I stopped after the third or fourth hit. I told them 'no more for me' with a firm voice as I sat down to recline against the couch.
The first thing I noticed was I starting to feel calm. But it didn't last because then something inside me suddenly felt like I was going to sweat to death as if I were panic mode or something. My body began to feel tingly all over. My vision changed to where I thought I seeing everything through a transparent black-and-white checkboard. I looked around me with a startled, confused facial expression. Wesley called my name and I turned to look in his general direction. "Oh dude, you're tripping!" I heard him say and he laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.
Things started getting even more funkier. Every sound I heard, I magically could see its soundwaves that it produced and I could also the echos from it. I tried to focus on all these new things that I had never seen before but then, my vision began to zoom in and out on me. With the zooming effect, I thought the garage was alive and breathing - that everytime it inhaled, the walls closed in on me. This was really starting to freak me out and no horror movie could ever frighten me like that.
I scooted towards the center of the couch, not knowing the Jared was sitting there. I bumped into his shoulder and I saw the hoodie he was wearing. I was scared out of my mind and needed some comforting so I decided to nuzzle into his arm. He questioned if I was alright and I didn't answer him. Jared sat me up, got off the couch and Joy took his seat. I stared and concentrated on the table in front of me. My hands were folded together in between my knees.
Joy placed her hand on my back and caused me to jump to see who it was. She studied me and rubbed my back. I don't know what the guys were talking about at the time but something about 'killing a bunny' was mentioned. I heard that and my eyes teared up. Bunny to me was a nickname for a girl that just recently dumped me at that time. Joy awwed me at my crying. A tall African American guy stood over me and wanted to know what was the matter. His voice seemed booming to me, it shook me up a little and for reason I thought he was an elf of Santa Claus. All I could do was stare at him, give him a shrug of my shoulders and shake my head. I leaned into Joy since she wrapped her arm around me. At this point, my vision faded away and I don't know what happened next.
The next thing I remember after that was either I woke up or my vision came back. Wesley came up to me and informed me that I wouldn't be smoking weed with him ever again because he believed I got too dangerously high.