I took my first weedage when I was but a younger chum. I was 18, and to celebrate someone else's coming of age, I was at their house for a night of bake. Now, as you might remember me saying two sentences ago, I had never taken weed before, so the effect of edibles were not bound to have effect on me. Sure enough, my suspicions were proven true as I witnessed everyone around me white out, faint or go schizophrenic.
My second time was at my student accomodation, with Devon and a few of his friends, in October 2024. I consider this my true first time being high.
I was smoking from a blunt this time, and despite everyone around us knowing it was our first time smoking, they told us "ooh just one more hit!!" over and over again. Not a good idea. I felt like I had died that night. Almost did, too. Choked on vomit. Even as of now, it's the only time I ever whited out.
But honestly, ever since then it's been absolutely awesome. I got my style down, I got my vibe down, all is good. I know how to have the best time and I do, every time, because I'm just that good at it!
My optimal conditions
My ideal environment for a high is somewhere outside, windy, warm and sunny. Ideally where I can sit down on a comfy bench, or lay on grass. If I'm indoors, I like to lay down or borderline lay down in a naturally sun-lit room. I'm a man of nature, what can I say?I also enjoy highs a lot more if I'm well-fed before smoking. Honestly, if you're a user and you tend to eat after smoking, try it vice versa. It's like your brain puts less high energy on trying to get food and more energy on being even more high. Does that make sense?
My tools of the trade
Call me a noob if you wish (i don't care, i get high either way) but I'm not one to smoke a joint. I don't even know how to roll dude. I'm much more of a bong person; I fuck with the vibe of passing around a bong in a warm comfy room, more than a blunt outside while shivering cold gasping for heat.When it comes to my meta, I have three tools I like to come back to, time and time again. These tools are my home, and they all fulfil a specific purpose, kinda.
The Iron Lung
The newest addition to the family, the Iron Lung is a bong that looks like it was manufactured to power something. And with the amount of air-flow and cooling this thing can throughput, I wouldn't be surprised if it once did.
I love using this thing with friends, it's the perfect sharer. You sit on the floor in a circle with some friends, and pass it around as it towers over you. There's something comfortable around it. Somewhat pricey though, so handle carefully.
The La-Z-Boy
Coming into the picture in Spring of 2025, the La-Z-Boy is for feeling good and smoking good. It's portable, comfy, classic, and it's home. It makes me feel like I belong, and belong I do.
It's good for sharing, it's good for alone seshes and it does a good job. You really cannot go wrong with something like this, it's almost perfect in every way. And I say almost perfect, because it'd be nice if it was more disassemblable, for deeper cleans (right now the meta for cleaning is putting it in the dishwasher).
The Glass Cannon
The Glass Cannon isn't the best name I could come up with in terms of accuracy, but it's pretty cool sounding. This thing disguises itself as just a mere pipe, but there's a bit more to it than what meets the eye.
It might look like a pre-historic tool, but my god, does it pack a punch. This thing's really good if you want to get high hard and fast. It does not take much smoking from this thing to feel that high kick you in the face. It's great for a lazy day.
A high story for the road
Although I do not remember the majority of time I spend high, I do remember a few sessions every so often. One of those being a time I had with Freezer.In the summer of 2025, we took a pipe I had at the time out to a field near my house and took a few hits each. I had gotten to the point of silly goofy giggly, not sure about Freezer but regardless of the highness, what happened next would've scared the shit out of us.
We look to the distance and see a horse enter the field we were in.
It was staring at us.
The rest of the story was us frantically leaving the field in fears that this herbivorous beast wouldn't tear us apart. Good times.
Hmm, not really a good story actually. It's weird because every time I smoke weed I have a great time, but never can I actually summarise what happened. That story will have to do I guess.