First Time Smoking Cannabis
Lately, I have received a lot of requests asking about when and how I first used cannabis. Now, I know that I have mentioned this before, but I was 20 the first time that I tried cannabis. Eagle Palooza was a huge semiannual event at Florida Gulf Coast University and in the beginning of my sophomore year Pitbull was one of the top acts to perform. At the time, I was living in an apartment complex called Coastal Village that had over 20 buildings with 12 apartments in each building. Before and after building parties happened around the Eagle Palooza event, and often had all 6 apartments on one side of the building open their doors and created a one big flowing party!
The Pitbull concert was probably the biggest building party that I attended while I lived in Coastal Village. Over half of the apartments that participated in the party had hunch punch and the front lawn was covered in college kids playing bean bag toss and just hanging. It was such a gorgeous day out and everybody was in a good mood. I was on the first steps of the buildings when my friend Abdul handed me his joint. I had never really smoked a cigarette and was deeply afraid of looking uncool. I took a small drag off the joint and immediately coughed up a lung. So much for not being uncool![Symbol] Almost instantly I felt a head buzz from the joint and declined a second puff when it came back around. I could feel all the anxiety I had built up over the last couple of days melt away and for the first time in a while I really enjoyed myself at the concert.
However, it wasn’t the one or two puffs before the concert that captivated me. I had gone back to my friend’s apartment in Coastal, after the concert, to continue our drinking and partying. I can remember laying awkwardly with my legs hanging over the edge of an oversized chair when the blunt was passed to me. The blunt was harsh on my lungs, but the smoke filled me and brought me to another level. I felt my entire body sink into the chair and my mind slowed down from the 90mph it was always racing at. With every rotation of the blunt the room and my eyes got cloudier and cloudier. I finally peeled the contacts from my eyes and settled into an unfocused and cloudy room. There was something so comforting about my cloudy blindness at an uncertain time in my life.
That night is always so important to me because it’s when I found my passion. I was introduced to cannabis and it lit a fire in my soul. I originally loved weed for the serenity and peace of mind that it gives me, but have grown to appreciate it for so much more than that. I’ve learned to love all of cannabis quirks and qualities and have figured out how to incorporate it into my daily routine for medicinal and mental needs. That day forever changed the way I viewed cannabis and ultimately gave me my passion and led me to my current role as the Travelling Stoner.