My first time getting high on weed was insane. I was smoking on my friend's balcony and was complaining about how I wasn't getting high when he cut me off and asked what I was staring at. That's when I realized I wasn't talking at all - I was just staring at a stop sign off in the distance. I realized I was high and just let everything go and enjoyed it. After a few minutes, gravity felt like it shifted and I was being pushed against the rail on the balcony. It felt like that rail was the floor and I was laying on it and that the actual floor was the wall and my friend was standing on the wall. I felt like I was growing and he was shrinking and I was overwhelmed by how cool it was. I drank like half a gallon of apple cider because I couldn't get over how amazing it sounded going down my throat. It echoed and splashed all around. It was awesome. Then I went inside and the walls and floor felt like that scene in Inception where the street folded over on itself and the buildings were upside down and shit. The wall behind me and the floor were passing through each other over and over again and I was just kinda chilling in the middle for a while. It was crazy. Then I farted and thought I shit myself and all that stopped because I was trying to figure out if I actually did shit myself or not. Thank God I didn't. I went to bed a little later and was still high when I woke up. I wasn't tripping at all, though. I was just super zoned out. That lasted the entire day until I went to sleep. I went to a football game at his college that day, but I don't really remember being there. The only proof I have of being there is that my profile picture on Facebook is me at the game. It was pretty crazy.