Weed. My first time.

I would like to share an experience with you ...

I have been consulted and wondering about marijuana for a long time.

And I've always had coryza on the subject.

I read Mr. X from Carl Sagan.

I've read I've seen footage of documentaries about marijuana.

Of everything, even how to cultivate them.

A couple of days ago I smoked my first marijuana.

I really think I did well (not to smoke any cigars), did not give me a cough (good bit), I did not drown, I kept the smoke inside my lungs and exhaled ...

At times I had attacks of laughter, but it was because of the comments of my friend.

I inhaled the cigar, kept the smoke in my lungs, and exhaled.

At times I did not feel anything.

Suddenly my vision was different, it became acute, although I felt that there was a delay in the information of my eyes to the almost imperceptible brain, the colors were a brighter tome, the audio also had effects, the environment (in a park) could only Listen to my friend, the birds and my voice. The noise of the people playing or the cars in transit were omitted for me at that time.

We converge for about an hour, about things of life, things that we had lived, everyday things.

At the time, she had to go to work, and I decided not to go to the gym because I still had the note for marijuana, so I went to my house.

While I was on the bus, I thought of millions of things I had to do, college tasks, projects that I did not finish, what a face I would have and the insatiable hunger that had been produced by marijuana.

When I got to the house the first thing I did apart from taking off my clothes was to eat, around two plates of food and a jug of juice, besides two mani butter sandwiches with nutella (delicious).

After eating so much I felt the stomach upset and I decide to lie down in my bed to sleep. Just when I was in the middle of the bed and with my eyes closed I felt that I was gradually sinking into my bed, I exalted my eyes and I feel that I thought I was quiet. When I saw that everything was fine I wrapped myself up and slept, until the next day (from 6pm to 8am on Saturday).

Saturday was also a bit slow, all day pass as if I had smoked another marijuana cigar, which I appreciate because I needed to be relaxed.

The university has me stressed, exhausted, tired. And more now that it is the last year. But, I have also felt that I am more focused on classes.

I still do not know if next Friday I will go out with my friend, and if we go out we will probably smoke again.

Another day I tell my story and anecdotes with ayahuaska or yage.

Leave some comment or anecdote about the subject.

Thank you.

Have a nice day.