I have smoked marijuana three times in my entire life, but I will never forget the first time. I was in college and like most of the things I have done in life that I regret, I was a little drunk. I remember heading back to a friends house who lived close to the bars, like we always did, to avoid paying for a taxi. His room-mate was a connoisseur of cannabis (among other substances) and offered us a few free puffs from his giant mega-bong. I watched everyone else take a few puffs and after a while I succumbed to peer pressure – like a real man.
I remember putting the giant bong up to my mouth and inhaling for as long as I could. I could feel the smoke burning in my lungs and I kept it in as long as I could. I exhaled and everyone encouraged me to go again, immediately. I did. What seemed like seconds later I remember feeling like my head was going to explode. I coughed uncontrollably and every cough made me higher. I kept saying “this is why it’s called high, my head feels like a balloon”. I went to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror and laughed uncontrollably for what seemed like an hour. I was officially under the influence of marijuana.
After a while I finally settled down, but I was still drunk. I’ll admit that the high felt great. I hit the couch and that’s when it hit me. Not from being high, but from being intoxicated. The room started to spin and I had to run outside. I puked up all of the delicious pizza I ate a few hours before, the greatest loss of the night.
I suppose that is what college is all about. Doing stuff that makes your body hate you. That, I did in scores. I also felt dumb for the next 24hrs. Maybe it was an mental exaggeration within myself, but I really felt dumb. Literally mentally slow. My reactions were slow and I remember thinking to myself – “I feel like a simpleton.” The truth is – I was too drunk and too high – and all at the same time. Lesson learned, the hard way.