B........k

This is quite a story Back in the beginning when i just started smoking, i had the tendency to go quite nuts with whatever strain i got hands on. And so on, one rainy evening after eveninglessons i said to a friend of me, who did not smoke, i wanted to smoke. So after school we went to the coffeeshop, bought a gram of white widow and rolled a fat joint. Stupid enough to smoke the whole joint, i did, and at first it wasn't that bad. Strong euphoric high, big wide smile on my face and far from couch-locked. I where even able to catch te bus for my friend so he could get home! So there i'm standing, alone with 0.5 gram of hard lessons to never forget, i continued to smoke.  Walked inside the train station, stil smoking and starting to get quite uncomfortable. Actually you can say i began to get badshit paranoid, trew my small leftover away and noticed people looking. Maby they weren't looking, maybe did. Constantly repeating the question, i found myself unable to find my train... Wondering around, paranoia and the devastating high beginning to tear my mind lose from my brain, i saw i had my phone in my hand, and my friend who left a hour ago was calling me.  Picking up the call i heard his voice slightly panicked, asking where i am, i looked around and said: "no Idea, Bram". At that moment my phone died. Trying to keep my shit together i continued wondering around, whatever world my high ass was cast at, i sad down on a bench on the station. Noticing i fell in an intens deep trance, i stood up and for what ever reason got in the first train i saw. The wrong one obviously. But in whatever way god creates wonders, my friend was there outside the window! I sprinted outside the train and almost body slammed my 120 kg weighing friend against the floor when i hugged him and maby even let a tear of releave. He was there with his dad to bring me home al save and verry f*cking wise to never smoke so much weed again. Thank you bram

me and a friend smoked about 0.25 each, and we where fine as wine, giglely as hell, and the next morning fresh as a horse, never head a beter workout, really. about 15:30, i was going to my work, and a man got in the bus (ate a sandwitch ore something) and had a stain on his cheek. i made a gentel gesture too make him aware of it and nobody els noticed it!

easy to handle, no paranoia and you just forget what you was worried about.

i was told you would not het verry sleepy after one joint, well i was at a party and i where couch-locked as fuck, and could not keep nu eye's open. but i smiled at everyone!