The High Blog

Life chronicled through the use of marijuana

Jan 25
Meet Exodus. My first bowl. After serval weeks of not hanging out with Roy, we finally found time to do something together. We strained to think of what to do, but to no avail. So, I just started to drive. At one point, we started talking a smoking since he was one of the first people I had ever smoked with. On a whim, I declared “Let’s go buy a bowl!” And Roy agreed. Twenty Past Four and More was the closest smoke shop and I had done some shopping there before with hookah supplies, so I knew they had a decent selection of smoking devices. Upon walking into the store, we were IDed, but I didn’t think much of it. We scanned the rows of hand-blown glass bowls behind serval different glass cases. All the colors, shapes, and sizes started to become overhelming. Since I really wasn’t looking to spend more than about $25, price helped me narrow down the selection. There were some really cools one, but none of them really seem to stand out. One was a really interesting deep blue with gnarly white swirls, but the bowl was just too small. We call the guy over to open the case and let us hold some and have a closer look. The bowl above was one of the first that I handled and after looking at 2 or 3 more decided that it was the one. The goal now was to break it in and give it a name.

Meet Exodus. My first bowl.

After serval weeks of not hanging out with Roy, we finally found time to do something together. We strained to think of what to do, but to no avail. So, I just started to drive. At one point, we started talking a smoking since he was one of the first people I had ever smoked with. On a whim, I declared “Let’s go buy a bowl!” And Roy agreed. Twenty Past Four and More was the closest smoke shop and I had done some shopping there before with hookah supplies, so I knew they had a decent selection of smoking devices. Upon walking into the store, we were IDed, but I didn’t think much of it. We scanned the rows of hand-blown glass bowls behind serval different glass cases. All the colors, shapes, and sizes started to become overhelming. Since I really wasn’t looking to spend more than about $25, price helped me narrow down the selection. There were some really cools one, but none of them really seem to stand out. One was a really interesting deep blue with gnarly white swirls, but the bowl was just too small. We call the guy over to open the case and let us hold some and have a closer look. The bowl above was one of the first that I handled and after looking at 2 or 3 more decided that it was the one. The goal now was to break it in and give it a name.
Posted at 2:02 AM

Jan 23
Track 13. Exodus

Track 13. Exodus
Posted at 2:31 AM

Jan 22

Number 9

Seeing Barack Obama on TV and in the news the past few days reminds me of my 9th time smoking pot. Number 9 happened just after I voted in my first presidental election, which also happened to be this past election. In my state, registered voters are allow to vote serveral days prior to the offical election day. A good friend, Roy, and myself were pretty excited to finally be able to vote and let our voices be heard. As soon as I was out of my last class, we hopped in my car and headed out to the City-County building. The line was long, but we didn’t care because we knew it was worth it. Eventually, we got to the head of the line and, after a quick ID check, were shown to a voting booth. A few checked boxes and a giant push of the ‘cast ballot’ button later, he were on our way out the door with a new found sense of democracy.

As we walked back to the car, Roy turns to me and says “It feels good, dont it? What would you think about a victory smoke?” How could I say no? At the time, I didn’t know exactly where we were going to smoke or even what we were going to smoke, but I patiently drove him back to his car in the university parking garage. I pull up beside his car, park, and wait for him to give me some sign of what was going to go down.

To be continued….

Posted at 1:15 AM

Nov 20

Locations (So, I don’t forget)

  1. The Shed
  2. The Woods
  3. The Tiago
  4. The Tiago
  5. ???
  6. ???
  7. ???
  8. Ball State?
  9. Parking Garage
  10. Blake’s
  11. One-eyed black guy’s apartment
  12. The Tiago
  13. Birthday
  17. Blake’s (High Speed Chase)
  18. Tiago

Posted at 10:58 PM

Nov 7

An Introduction

Hello.
I am DW. Welcome to the High Blog.
Through this blog I will document and share my experiences of smoking marijuana. Now, before you go and make judgments, please understand where I’m coming from. This is a venue for me to express what I see and feel throughout my experience with pot. My entries will be less notification and more explanation. I’m sure you will see what I’m saying as I get this site running. But for now, my background.

I am your average, everyday, suburban, white teenager living smack dab in the middle of the Midwest. Currently, I’m enrolled in the local university and still live with my family. I’ve always loved to write and always found it easier to express myself through text. This, my friends, is how the HB, or High Blog, came to be. After keeping up with a blog for over to three years now, it’s hard to find a new or exciting topic to write about that hasn’t been done before. So, like many other artist and musicians in the past, I’ve found motivation and muse through puffing and passing.

Now, by no means do I consider myself a pothead. Yes, to this date I’ve partaken in the smoking of weed eleven times, but I would still not say I’m a pothead. I say this because I’ve never asked, paid, looked, craved, or done anything out of the ordinary for a puff. Only taken part when offered or available.

With the introduction out of the way, I can now get down to business. As I stated before, to date I’ve smoked eleven times. Hopefully in the coming days, I will be able to document my past experiences and catch up to the present. Some details are fuzzy, but I think I’ll be alright.

Posted at 9:03 PM Tagged: potweedmarijuanaintroductionhigh blog