Slava Pastuk is a comedic writer based out of Toronto. He has written several articles for Crave Online and Collegehumor and has written a free comedy e book available online for free. You can read more of his work over at slavap.com
Inner Monologue of a First-Time Stoner
Every time a group of men under the age of 25 gathers for long periods of time, you can bet your last two cents that one of them (probably you) will be smoking weed. Whether it’s a road trip, a concert, or a day spent playing Halo 3, someone is eventually going to bust out the green. Most of your group is used to this, but there’s always the odd time a fresh face appears who may not be as chronic-minded as the rest of you, so you, being the good host (and horrible corrupt person) that you are, decide to let the newbie take a hit of the bong, just so he doesn’t feel left out. What you don’t know is that you are about to set him up for one of the worst skull-fucks he could ever imagine. The following is exactly what’s going through his mind as he smokes weed for the first time. “I can’t believe I’m gonna go through with this, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. You only live once, right? Huh, I thought it would look more like those leaves I’ve seen on Dr. Dre albums; this stuff just looks like little nuggets. It looks like plant shit. Okay so how does this work? I just suck until I get it all in my throat? Haha…that’s what she said. Make a note to tell that to the guys. They don’t seem amused by my witty observations, their loss. Alright so I just light it and suck….HOLY SHIT!!! That tastes like ass. Seriously guys, that actually may be the most foul thing I’ve inhaled since I visited my grandpa. I’m choking!! Why can’t I stop coughing? Is it possible to actually cough up a lung? This shit has been nothing but trouble, I don’t see the appeal… and why is everyone laughing at me…Okay so is this it? Am I high?
I feel the exact same, nothing’s spinning, no hallucinations. Maybe I’m just immune to it, like some kind of weird superhero. Did I just refer to myself as a superhero? Maybe I’m high, but I feel don’t any different. Wait what the fuck, did I just mix up ‘feel’ and ‘don’t’ in my mind? Ask if someone heard you. Dammit of course not, it was in my mind. Damn you, mind. “Hey look, it’s Zeus! The Gods always did have an eye for good weed, right?”I’m looking at my hands and honestly I can’t tell what all the fuss is about, they’re just hands, with little fingers. Why would anyone trip out to something so simple?Now nails…nails are trippy shit; it’s like finger armor. Holy shit look at that stucco ceiling, it’s got like faces in it. Look, there’s Zeus right by the corner. Right there! Shit I lost him, maybe if I squint…I should say something, I’ve been quiet for like 20 minutes looking at this ceiling. ‘Woah dude, I’m high.’ Seriously, that’s the best you could do? Who are you, Keanu Reeves? Woah dude’? Step your game up!
Now everyone’s laughing at you again. I’m hungry. Was I hungry before or am I hungry because of the weed?
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