God, I love shrooms. I've only had them 4 or 5 times, but every time is amazing. My first time was with my boyfriend and three of his friends. I ended up getting stuck in limbo and having one of those really benign, gentle arguments that you have on shrooms, where he kept telling me we should go back to "the start"…

I had a similar Earth mother nature happy connection feeling the first time I did shrooms too, until my college boyfriend's roommate came home. He was always in a grubby t-shirt and shorts but he had been to a formal and was in a suit. So naturally I was sure he was dead and had somehow got out of the coffin. I…

I'm 19 and working for these super straight-laced Midwest kids. They jog for fun. He thinks Wilco is edgy. She is basically a corn husk that became sentient and started shopping at J. Crew. Their dog, a big English lab named Jeep, would look at me from time to time with eyes that said, "I'd rather be guarding a meth…

At Solstice a few years ago my friend and I got brownies and each ate an entire one. Within a few hours my friend literally ran away and got in a cab. She left me a voicemail soon after saying she was scared but I was too stoned to care. I couldn't find my car and was worried my lips were going to fall off. My little…

Since this thread has taken a turn toward different hallucinogens, I'll talk about the third (of only three times) that I took mushrooms. My friends encouraged me to eat multiple caps because, hey, I'd already done this twice so I was an expert, right? We then went midnight bowling (the crazy kind back in the 1990s…

In college I threw a party, maybe 40-50 people came. A friend of mine called right before the party with an emergency: she was making pot cookies but her oven wasn't working. So I let her come over to use my oven. By the time the cookies were baking - invading the entire apartment with their sweet, sweet smell - the…

The following pot-induced freak-out takes the cake in terms of my myriad panic attacks I've had after smoking the good stuff. As a sufferer of often crippling anxiety, Mary Jane and I have an extremely bi-polar relationship—sometimes she calms me down and lets me revel in binge-watching Chappelle's Show, and other…

Pissing contest on behalf of my beloved Mr. Fash….but it totally, utterly impacted me. So, that counts, right? Anywhoozle…here goes. I have changed the names of the friends involved to "Romeo and Juliet" to protect the not-so-innocent.

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Hey all, long time lurker/first time commenter here.

Wayyyyy back in high school I was a bit of a pot enthusiast, and smoked fairly regularly. This was in a suburb of Seattle, and so my friends and I would end up walking around in the evergreen trees for hours just staring at the wonderment of nature.

Junior year of high school. I did not smoke all that often, but I had many friends who did. So in the random way of high school and the wilds of boring, small town Ohio, I ended up smoking way WAY too much.

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Thanks EGR! The legend of Artem Chubarov grows to this day!

So, this one time, my friends and I decide to take some powdered "mescaline." In retrospect, this probably wasn't mescaline. We ended up calling it the "research chemical."

Anyway, I am not sure why I reacted so powerfully to it while my friends didn't. I mean, they were definitely high, but I was in deep fucking…

OH GOD. I have a few. One stands out.

This is also the story of the first time I had edibles and the first time got high.

On a ski trip with my friends, they made brownies. I'm like the only person in the world who doesn't smoke weed - not out of lack of desire - but because it's not legal and I'm too much of a pussy to find a source otherwise. Anyway, so this is my first experience with baked goods and probably really my first time…

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