Flying High

I started a blog on Saturday but didn't finish it cause I was too tired. Then I tried to finish it yesterday but just said fuck it cause I was too beat and didn't want to explain.
So now I think I'll just say fuck that blog till later and tell about last night.
My dad took me over B's around 7. I was planning on sleeping over so I told my dad there was a vbs meeting up the road at 10am this morning and I was just gonna walk up from moms house and sleep there since he would be on the road and I'd have no ride. So B picked me up and we went and played basketball for a bit, then went back to his house and chilled out on his deck and fed another dear (like I mentioned in the blog about our last sleepover). Then we layed down and watched Donnie Darko..well half of it. Then we stopped it and ate.
Then we went outside. In front of his garage cause it's his favorite spot to do it at night. He told me how to do it and he lit it while I inhaled. The first two times it was kinda a blow but the third time I inhaled so hard my throat burned to a point I thought I was gonna puke. But I didn't. Then he started shotgunning me and we took more hits and I finally felt it.
I was high for the first time in my life.

It wasn't exactly how I thought it'd be, but it kinda was. Everything was fine. I was still worrying but I didn't give a fuck. Everything was enhanced and it felt like everything was alive. Breathing. The best part about the whole thing would be music. It's unexplainable how amazing it sounds. Making out is also awesome. I thought I could explain it more but that's really all I can tell it's just mad chill.
I kept forgetting what I said and what he said and what happened. Things just had a reason even though there was no reason. I was doing and saying things I would normally hold back on. I could feel it before I said it- the barrier. But the barrier was just invisible. I was jammed hard in derealization, but it wasn't the same derealization I put up with daily. It was a beautiful kind. Everything was separated. The sounds and the view and everything wasn't together. It's like I was asleep and dreaming. And in the dream I was looking at a view that was soundless, but I heard something in the outside world. It was separate. Like pure magic. B was goofing around and a lot more jokey and just really fun. I felt like a kid again. Effortless. Nothing matters.
B described it as "waking up for the first time." And he's spot on. It's just fucking wicked.
It's not like..this godly thing everyone makes it out to be. It's just different. Pure different perception and yeah it's fucking great. Everyone craves for difference in perception and actually achieving it is nearly impossible.
This morning we woke up and smoked again for no reason. Only two hits each though. Not as high as last night. But still just as awesome.
I feel fucking great right now. The like aftermath of the high. I'm just so fucking chilled out and oh my god music is AWESOME. How did I ever not like it. It's so beautifully constructed and it blends so perfectly. That's literally mindblowing.
Last night I was watching B play minecraft while I listened with my headphones and oh my god. Purely amazing. Close your eyes in the darkness and being literally swallowed by music? It's fucking sick. Especially songs with a lot of epic things tossed in.
Yeah bottom line is weed is great.
I'm not gonna become a stoner though so no worries.