My Most Memorable High
"My bestie and I, in Chicago, went to see Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson in A STAR IS BORN. Mid 70's maybe? We smoked before heading to the movies. It was a bright and sunny day, we got there, paid for our tickets and entered. We opened the door to the theater and maybe it was the weed, maybe the sun, but we were both blinded by the darkness inside the theater and could not see. My bestie and I stood in the aisle, baffled, and she started laughing. Embarrassed, I attempted to sit in the first seat I could "sense". But someone was already sitting in it. Finally our eyes adjusted to the lack of light but not before people noticed us reaching and patting around for empty seats and began laughing at us. We must have looked, well, high! My bestie and I still get a good laugh over this. -- Edwina "
"I smoked before I went to work and I work as a cashier at a restaurant. As I cashed out a customer, I threw his reciept away in the garbage without even asking until he told me he needed the receipt. My dumb ass instead of printing him a new reciept, started rummaging the garbage bin full of papers and food waste and handed him his crumpled up receipt that I earlier threw. He didn't say a word and gave me a very dirty and confused look. He said he wants a new one and I simply told him I didn't know how to print a new reciept until a co-worker came and apologized and handed him his new reciept. Hahaha I've never gone to work high after that incident cus it's too embarrassing."
"Hi, I am Insomniac Cat, from Putnam, CT. Back in the early nineties, I used to get baked quite a bit, but I remember one particular incident. Mostly when I got really fried I would get paranoid as hell. One night my friends and I were all superbaked, and we were watching a movie about Christopher Columbus. The first scene that freaked me out was when all the sailors realized that they had sailed farther west than anyone had ever done before. All the sailors were on deck on their knees praying to God, and there was a priest or someone who was leading the prayer service. They were praying for God to save their sorry asses. It totally freaked me out, like I was on the boat and we were going to sail off the edge of the effin' world!
"I was 15 and was just starting to get into the habit of smoking cannabis a few times a week , Before that when I was 14 I gave it a try on three occasions inhaled the best I could and didn't get high. I knew it was real because my friends around me got pretty stoned smoking the same stuff. I just thought it didn't work on me.
"Age prompts wisdom and memories of days past. But who would have known that one girl, one album & one hit of weed could have such positive effects? The year was1975, the day was my birthday. I was full of excitement as I opened my gift. It was the new Ziggy Stardust album. Once again, snitching a bit of weed from my older brother, I tore off across the playground, album under my arm, weed in my pocket to visit with my best friend.
"My name is Sum from California. I was at a drive through with a few of my friends and ordered from Jack In the Box. Cause you know weed makes everything taste great. So after we ordered and paid for the food. I said out loud "Can I get some Marijuana Sauce?" I meant to say mayonnaise. The lady at the register and we started cracking up."
"Living on the Jersey Shore didn't provide the type of intellectual stimulation that living in a big city provides. After a few trips to NYC to purchase a few pounds of pot, I found myself in a unique situation one April evening while visiting a dealer who called saying, "I've got something you need to see."
"I lived at Masonic Home in Ft. Worth, Texas. the summer of my freshmen year. I wanted to work off campus where some friends who had just graduated were going to work and was told if I was going to work off campus I had to live off campus so I moved in with them in a garage apartment close to TWC. We would usually be walking down the driveway to the house as the sun was coming up. I would wake first and go sit in chair, reach under and pull out pan and start rolling. Soon Goose would wake up and lay on the couch and I'd throw him a joint and we would start smoking. On this one day we started and didn't say a word to each other and then looked at each other and started laughing when we noticed the sun was going down. Oh well, just kept smoking."
"It was 1972. I was living in Montreal with my boyfriend. We got completely wasted before boarding a bus to go downtown. As the bus was crowded and we couldn't get two seats together, we sat across the aisle from each other. From the corner of my eye, I could see that the person sitting in the seat next to me was clothed in a large swath of peach-colored material. I immediately knew it was one of those Hare Krishna guys you could see at the airport handing out literature. He turned to me and held up his pamphlet and, while his lips seemed to be moving normally, all I heard coming out of his mouth was "bzeeet, bzooot, bzat, bzup." I had no idea what he said, but I just said, "no, thank you." I knew I shouldn't have, because I was trying to quell the burst of laughter arising within me, but I turned to look across the aisle at my boyfriend who was staring at me with a shit-eating grin and I involuntarily threw my head back and laughed so hard that tears rolled down my cheeks. That got him started, too. And I knew that if I so much as glanced at my peach-clothed seat companion, it would only get worse. We couldn't contain ourselves at all and got thrown off the bus for causing a disturbance. We even laughed harder at that, although we willingly complied, realizing we should probably avoid confined spaces with other people. It was a great day to spend at Mount Royal Park.-- Chana Dvora, Ocean Shores, WA"
"Some friends and i were about 16-17 and it was summer time and we were smoking on the swings at local school. Some little kids came over to us and we asked them if they want to get high (we were not going to give them any, just wanted to see what they would say), They ran away saying potters, potters. i never laughed so hard. So we started calling ourselves potters. -- tommyfnw"
"So I'm a junior in high school and I've been smoking for about 2 years on and off. Over the summer I started smoking heavy. Like everyday a couple of times a day. My parents don't know I smoke so I just use zebra pens or glass eye droppers for one hitters. They really save weed and you can just toss them after u use them. But I'll get back to one of the best highs I've had. Last week I went to the Christmas choir concert and smoked before I went in. I dropped of my friend who doesn't smoke in the parking lot and took a little 5 minute drive to smoke and went back to the school for the concert. I walk in and find my friends again and the concert starts. It was the most beautiful school concert that I had seen. I almost started to tear up LOL. It is a must do every year to go to the Christmas choir concert high as a kite. I must say you should go to one high too."
"I'm not a regular smoker but whenever I do, the first thing which triggers is my laughter. That's the biggest symptom after hunger whenever I did. So I got done with my 2nd year of college and started interning in a finance company along with 2 friends. Another friend called up and told me he was heading in that direction and could drop us off at our office. He started blazing while driving and offered me to do it. I took 5-6 drags. After we reached the office (on my first day) the weed started to do its work. I started laughing and burst out in complete laughter in front of my boss. He had no idea what had happened to me and on the other hand, my friends tried to control me. I kept laughing for like 4 hours but doing this on the first day of my job was the best experience ever!! 😄😄 Pranav Sahani, Mumbai, India. "
"Back in the mid 80’s, my friend Gina and I smoked a nice doobie and got the munchies so we went to Whataburger to get some food. At Whataburger, you spoke directly to a person, not a box like today. The drive thru window was up kinda high and we were in a small car so Gina had to look up at the guy who was waiting to take our order.We decided what we wanted and she turns and proceeds to give him our order. The guy then holds one hand up and cups it to his ear to let us know he didn’t hear us. Gina then repeats the order in a much louder voice. The guy then raises his other hand and is now cupping both ears.She looks at me and says “Why the hell would they put a person who is hard of hearing on the drive thru window”? And before I can answer her, she turns back around and screams the order as loud as she can. I start laughing because 1. I’m stoned, 2. she is screaming and 3. the whole thing has gotten really funny to me.The guy then lowers his hands and using only one hand this time, starts making a cranking motion. She looks at me, I look at her and then we both look at the driver side window only to realize it was closed.We became hysterical with laughter and had to drive away because we couldn’t stop laughing.To this very day, I cannot tell this story without cracking up. One of the best highs I ever had!Lilly V, Montana"
"My friends call me "Big Timmy." I'm really tall and have been since i was a kid. I excelled at sports but i was always a bit self conscious. When i was 12, in 1978, my ‘’coolest guy in town‘’ older brother invited me to go with him to a Saturday afternoon high school party. I was thrilled! My brother is 5 years older than me and i looked up to him in everyway at that time.
"I was working in Silicon Valley during the dot com boom. The early dot com companies were making huge amounts of cash and having extravagant parties for their employees. I was invited to an event in SF that was featuring Sheila E ( Sheia E is Pete Escovedo's daughter, check on Google). She performs salsa music. Before my friends picked me up, I decided to smoke 1/2 a joint. I had a nice buzz. We walked into this rather large venue with all the people up against the wall listening to Sheila E, but no one was dancing. Being Latino, I know how to dance and couldn't believe no one was on the dance floor! After scanning the room for the prettiest girl, I got her on to the dance floor and we started to dance salsa. I led her all over the huge dance floor and the spotlight shined on us. Sheila E saw us and asked that we come on stage and dance. We danced and then all of a sudden the dance floor became packed! As my dance partner and I descended from the stage, girls starting grabbing me to dance with them, and all the men were grabbing my dance partner. I remember dancing, dancing and stopping for a cocktail, and dancing and dancing. Another act was on after Sheila E's performance. By that time I was ready to go home. As I made my way out to wait for my friends, Sheila E was standing outside waiting for her limo. When she saw me she said in Spanish, "Boy, you know how to dance!""
"in the 80's i drove a cab in san diego and after 7 years i got the best fare, san diego to los angeles AND back. the deal was $200. flat fare. on the way up my passenger started his life story. by the time we reached l.a. he had completed only 6 years. having heard pretty much most stories, this one just droned on til i couldnt take it. stuck in los angeles traffic [ 5 mph] i asked my passenger to ask another car for a joint. i chose the car and he asked. the first two were out but apologetic and the third car passed the weed. my passenger paid $10. and the other driver apologised for not having change!! gliding back to san diego was a joy and the passenger gave me a $100. tip. where else could you score on the freeway and make money?!"
"A couple of years after getting caught by my grandmother, we went down Myrtle Beach for my sister's wedding. The whole family was coming but it was only me, my boyfriend, dad, mom, step-dad, grandma, sister, and her future ex husband there the first night (none of the smokers there yet.) Since my boyfriend and I were sharing a room with my dad, we figured we'd go walk on the beach and smoke a joint somewhere. Well, we ended up sitting down front of the dunes facing the ocean and away from the walkers. So anywho......we get finished smoking and walk back up the path to the hotel and find my grandma and step dad sitting outside by some tables they had. All of a sudden my step dad said he got a whiff of some weed. Then he and my grandma proceed to tell us someone was really going at it because they were smelling it really good before we got there. Apparently, we had decided to smoke our joints down wind on the beach in front of them not realizing. Whoops."
"My cousin used to live with my grandmother and stayed down in the basement. That was also where we would hide out and smoke even though we had a feeling she knew what we were doing, we didn't want to get caught. So on the last night our family was in town, some friends were over along with my boyfriend and my cousin's girlfriend. The family was leaving so we said our good-byes and we all proceeded to go downstairs and hang out and do whatever while grandma walked them out and said bye and what not. So we're downstairs talking, laughing, hanging out while my cousin is rolling up the blunt.
"Ah yes, one of my most memorable experiences being baked was during a warm summer night in Northern Utah. I was with a good friend named 'K' and it was 2011. He always picked me up in his small car around midnight so we could roll ridiculously fat blunts and park in this very secluded street that had a great view of the tall mountains and the night sky. In my opinion, we have always gotten very high-grade Mary Jane since we source from many different people, but by no means were we lightweights. K and I always liked to listening to nineties hip-hop and we were so enthralled, we would record ourselves freestyle rapping in his car, on this dark street for hours upon end.
"A few years ago me and two buddies were on our way to pick up some snacks to feed our immense hunger. We had all smoked before we left and drove about a mile down the road to get our provisions. On our way back the driver realized that his left signal light had gone out. We were in a town known to pick on people our age and arrest anybody with any trace amount of marijuana. So, in a moderate THC induced paranoia we only took right turns until we got home, we ended up driving all over town just so my friend wouldn't have to use his left blinker and potentially give a cop any reason to pull us over. To this day we laugh about this story and I get asked to retell it all the time. We sometimes refer to that friend as Zoolander now, "I can't turn left!""
"One night my sister Courtney and I were driving around. 3 blunts in and my sister looks at me and is talking. I put my hand up and say "Shhh I can't even hear English right now!""
"I have smoked a joint on ALCATRAZ ISLAND! Our 4:30 tour boat Jan 2000 landed at the dock. My wife and I proceeded to take the walking tour. I usually have a joint in my sock just in case the opportunity comes along. Being Jan, the sun was gone early so darkness was abounding and with the backdrop of the city of SAN FRANCISCO and the wind blowing perfectly away from anyone, I almost forgot to EXHALE realizing I was on THE ROCK! I just smiled at life."
"It was my second year in college, and i could say I'm not like some other girls who's into studying and some other girly stuffs. I usually be seen in arcades playing video games and playing basketball, makes me one of the boys, that makes me also near and prone to vices. I was taking nursing when i tried to smoke weed. I was in the arcade when i bumped into a friend (Tangkad) who introduced me to his friend Dan. They were singing in a sing-along cubicle that time so i was able hear them sing and had a crush on Dan, now my husband.
"back in those days I was called bob the butcher, it was the mid seventies and I worked as a butcher (yes I got high and no I didn't cut my fingers off). my father had a grocery store in san francisco on ocean avenue and my sister and I bought in as partners. the store was halfway between state college and city college, so we had quite the diverse clientel.
"I lived with my brother and a few other roommates in a trailer in what is called 'The Heights" in Montana. My brother is now what you would call a connoisseur of marijuana, but he would regularly get different kinds of strains from his buddy "ninja"....he owned a Ninja motorcycle...hence the name....any way, one night he comes home with this strain called Diesel.....so we all sat down and proceeded to partake in the circle. Much like the circle in the show "That 70's Show", we would go around and make up stupid shit, whatever, cut up and laugh.
"I am a makeup artist for film and television. A few years ago I worked on a tv series with Dennis Hopper. He was a true artist in every since of the word. He also liked to unwind at the end of the day by smoking a joint. We bonded instantly over our shared love of marijuana. One night he invited me to share a joint with him. The whole time I thought I AM SMOKING WITH THE EASY RIDER! I even called my Mom afterwards to brag :) We smoked together many times after that but the first time is the most memorable. I am sad he is gone now but I will never forget our smoke sessions where we would just talk about life. This man lived without regrets and lived life to its fullest seeing beauty and art in everything. Truly unforgettable."
"It was my junior year in high school. It was the end of the 80s and I'd been smoking weed for a couple of years. The stuff we got was always good for the giggle/munchie high. The wonderful, mind expanding, life enhancing high. Where you lay outside with your friends at night and look at the stars and ponder your insignifigance against such eternal forces. Or you go to the mall, smoke a joint on the way home and make brownie batter when you get there because, well, because it's the most incredible food ever made. Period.
"Eternal420 Redwood City CAIt was the summer of 07 or 08 I don't really remember the time but I was in high school and my brother had invited me to a party. But this just wasn't any party this was Joe's party. Joe's place was the place to party. From hot girls to beer pong, hookah and of course Jamaican showers. Now I had know about this part in day in advance so I talked to my dealer at the time and asked for some special stuff. I figured I should bring bring some A grade tree to party out of respect. My dealer coincidently had some new stuff called Romulan. I was given sample to try it out at my own convenience. After taking a big hit in my pipe I was over whelmed. I clearly underestimated this strain's strength. I got back to my dealer and asked for a quarter ounce. So before the party started me and my brother had a little session. Then we got to the party where my brother had a few drinks I had one (I'm not much of drinker) then we had the Jamaican shower and then a few blunts. By this time people are either leaving or passing out. My brother and I start smoking hookah when our good friend begins to puke from lack of holding his liquor. When my brother comes up with a great idea. Let's mix some weed and hookah together. Now weren't exactly told it was ok to do that because this was outside and there was a tarp covering us and the weed smell would stay in the tarp till morning when Joe's parents would be coming back. But none the less we did it anyway. If I recall correctly there was a contest going on between us on who could out smoke who. After a long session it got to a draw. I honestly don't remember much after that but at some point we ate these shark gummy worm candies. The next morning I wake up on the floor in a sleeping bag with my mouth halfway open and half eaten shark gummy worm candy in my mouth and a really big headache. Lucky I managed to take some pictures of the party which I don't remember taking LOL. In the end it was totally worth it. And I would do it again given the chance."
"Eternal420 Redwood City CA. It was the summer of 07 or 08 I don't really remember the time but I was in high school and my brother had invited me to a party. But this just wasn't any party this was Joe's party. Joe's place was the place to party. From hot girls to beer pong, hookah and of course Jamaican showers.
"I was by myself, in my parents' basement, listening to the title cut of the LP album “East-West” by the Butterfield Blues Band. If anyone not “of the sixties” wants one song to know what was going on at the time, this one is it. (Wow…why don't I listen to it on youtube now as I write this! Contact high time…no weed in the house at this time….) I had a great stereo in 1966. Big speaker cabinets I’d made myself with some great ElectroVoice SP-12B speakers, and a DynaKit amp. I knew the song, but this time I’d scored some very good weed and was in another dimension. The piece is 13 minutes long, and is like an Indian Raga, with one rif being expanded to heaven, then it stops, and a new path taken. That path leads to a crescendo again, and it stops, and changes into something new, which progresses, intensifies, climaxes, a brief silence, then another progression.
"My most memorable high occurred at an old school concert in downtown Cincinnati Ohio my junior year (79') of high school. Part of what made this particular incident memorable was the fact that i went down there by myself (i had just moved to Cincy due to my mom getting remarried) and was relegated to scrapping together some crumbs for my show smoke.
"From Deric in So Cal. I was lying on the couch smoking a j and watching Hitchcock's The Birds at my uncle's pad in LA. 1968. When the movie got to where the bird's were attacking the kids and school teacher it was like freak out time, like I was there being attacked too. Amazing."
"rocknancy here...Ashland OH. 1968..living in a small town in the midwest and been a pot smoker at this point in time for about 2 years. I knew my folks had a clue I was getting high (could have been the big pot plant poster in my bedroom?). They got the bright idea to send me to San Francisco to see my cousin, who was 8 years older than me and her husband. Flew there that fall and turns out they both were BIG pot smokers....imagine that! The first night, friends of theirs came and my cousin went to the kitchen and took down a large coffee can just filled with bud. The 5 of us sat in the their living room and smoked and smoked. All of a sudden it hit me that I was in over my head. This was some unreal smoke and I realized that what I had been smoking in Ohio was not skunkweed but a step above it.
"I was in high school 1965, We were getting a burger and people-watching from our car at the drive in. Around us were a few of the in crowd standing outside their cars drinking the trendy Coor's beer showing off the label on their can. We rolled a number and lit it up. Well it wasn't long before those guys got a whiff and then...they stared at us in shock. I loved it! Us nobodys at school blew them away. Reefer was absolutely new to our community and we were the first. Deric southern Minnesota."
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"I have thought this one through. I believe my most memorable moment was when my dad popped by to see me after having a few drinks. I had already gotten high with my girlfriend while we were making 'magic brownies'. My dad had a sweet tooth, always was making him cookies, pies, etc.
"So around 1982 I was working as a prep cook in a restaurant in Georgetown, DC, and one of my fellow cooks was a hilarious gal named Gwendolyn, whose nephew worked there as a line cook. Gwen was always going on about how she couldn't wait to go home and smoke her 'lovely'. I was no slouch in the weed smoking dept. so I figured I could handle a bit at work, even though I had never been high at a job before. So we snuck out back and I took a tiny puff and sauntered back in. I had to complete the soup and desserts I was making using industrial equipment. Fortunately I have blocked out a lot of the details, but I retain a clear memory of standing motionless holding a huge knife and just staring. I not only didn't get what I was supposed to do next, I basically didn't understand what soup was. I never smoked at work again! Selma Portland OR"
"Summer 1967, Beirut, Lebanon. I left NYC in March of 66' - my quest was to smoke reb leb. In my opinion, and at 22 I had a shit load of those, Lebanese Red, was the best hashish in the world. What a cool adventure it would be to go directly to the source and smoke that shit right where it grew out of the Great Mother Earth. I figured it would be legal, cheap and fresh, surely a winning combo by any standards.
"I was on a trip to Hawaii with my very cool grandmother. I had baked some weed into cookies - and told my grandmother about it! She had smoked a couple times in her life and was curious. So one day we got in to the rental car - a convertible - and started driving down the coast of Maui. I had given her a tiny coer of a cookie. I had a little nibble too.
"In the late 70s I visited my friend Donna in India. We were both in our late 20s. She was working there as a fashion designer and had a little house with a staff of servants. Not posh, but decidedly a step up from the lowly digs she had left behind in Manhattan. I roamed around Delhi during the day while she worked, and in the evenings we literally hung out with royalty. In particular, an actual decadent Prince who treated us to midnight jeep trips into his farmland, peopled by peasants living under trees at the edges of the fields. He would rouse them from their sleep to build bonfires, once even commanding them to set up speakers in all four corners of his field so we could listen to Herbie Hancock and smoke his royal, above-the-law weed under the stars. To this day, it's the most exotic and truly shameful thing I've ever experienced. Yvonne, Santa Fe "
"Wake n Bake! Towards the end of my senior year of high school, in the spring of 1981, I answered a bulletin board notice for a warehouse job. The company was called Global Woolen Corporation, and it was located in a decidedly iffy area of Stamford. It paid $3.85 an hour, which back in those days was about fifty cents above the minimum wage.
"There are some things in life that point out, more than most, how much things have changed. This, I think, would be one of them. Back in Aug. of 1983,flying out to San Francisco from NYC, (or perhaps back from it, who remembers now?), Greg and I, non-cigarette smokers, were seated in the non-smoking section. (This, of course, was when such differentiations were made.) It was a large plane and it wasn't full. There were some empty seats in the smoking section and at some point, we decided to avail ourselves of them and smoked pot from Greg's pipe. It sounds unbelievably wild (and unbelievably stupid) now, but as we weren't really "rebels"; it didn't seem quite so outrageous then. (It's also quite possible we weren't the only ones doing it.) Anyway, we got away with it. We were flying high indeed in those friendly skies. Greta, Santa Rosa, CA"
"It was a great idea. One of our best, really. Walter's Hot Dogs (yes, the famous Walter's Hot Dogs if you are an East Coast hot dog aficionado) was celebrating its 75th anniversary with a hot dog eating contest and we would enter it. Totally baked, of course.