(Simply because I'm an experienced smoker, and I know what my body can handle and understand the effects of this drug) I put my bong away and throw on some Call Of Duty, Terraria, Grand Theft Auto, whatever I feel like playing. The high is intensified a great deal, but not unpleasantly so. This bowl takes at least twenty minutes to finally stop cherrying, and I inhale the smoke. I snap back to reality (oop, there goes gravity) and pick up my bong to finish off the bowl. The euphoria level is extremely high (lel) at this point, and I'm quite enjoying myself. I allow myself to drift into my sea of thought. (I often use this to help me learn guitar parts to songs) Feelings, thoughts and emotions are put through a million amplifiers and distortion pedals. Certain instruments and aspects to the song I'm listening to become easier to discern from the rest of the music. Sounds that I think about become easier to 'hear' with my ears, while still remaining in my head. My thoughts become much more prevalent to my sense and I can analyze them as they come and go. Judging by my recent realization, I rationalize that I'm at about a comfortable. I always use time-dilation as a judge to how high I am. After what I presume 5 minutes has passed, I analyze my position in the song I'm listening to, and quickly chuckle to myself as I realize I'm only roughly 30 seconds into the song. In this instance, this feeling is pleasant to me. It feels as though my body is succumbing to very, very intense G-force. My body begins to feel as though I'm on a rollercoaster. I close my eyes and lean my head back, so as to relax into the high, after putting on some music. My thoughts are very, very abstract and colorful, and my mind is racing at speeds impossible to someone not under the influence of THC. It feels as if I'm breathing very very slowly. My lungs no longer feel like they're pulsing, but rather that they're moving through molasses. My body is very warm, and somewhat relaxed. Like, I'm not seeing the world as moving like a film, but rather as a collection of pictures spaced half a second apart. Everything sorta looks like it's in pictures. It sort of 'lags' for lack of a better word. As I move my head, my vision moves slower than I actually perceive my head moving. Colors are brighter, like I just woke up from a ten-minute power nap on the beach on a sunny day, but not as overwhelming. My vision kind of blurs out on the sides. My field of view seems reduced, yet everything almost looks sort of fish-eyed. (Or wherever I am) My vision is distorted in a very subtle but noticeable way. After about a minute of coughing to the point of tears, I look around my room. I exhale this thick-ass fucking monster cloud of smoke as smooth as a baby's ass. However, I find it personally disrespectful to the smoke to cough it out. My body quite literally convulses with the urge to cough. I slide out the bowl and inhale this absolute motherfucker of a hit. I've destroyed about half this bowl before the cherry finally dies. My heartrate increases and I start to confuse the feeling of my heart beating with the feeling of my lungs inflating, so it feels like my lungs are pulsing as I inhale. My eyes feel almost, heavy? Not my eyelids, my eyes themselves. The first effect I always notice is my head/face area feels warmer.

I'm about halfway through the hit and I can tell I'm already stoned. Once the smoke starts to reach my mouth, I feel the air going into my lungs get a bit thicker, as the smoke starts to make its way to my alveoli. But I don't inhale too fast, as I like the smoke to stack up inside the chamber, so I can get a nice milky hit. I inhale a bit faster now that I've got a nice cherry going. (I'm stingy with myself) I put my mouth over the mouthpiece, inhale slowly whilst lighting the side of the bowl, so as not to torch the whole thing right away. I load up the weed into the bowl, usually fill the fucker about halfway. I'll describe my typical experience smoking from the handy dandy bong.

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