Smoking weed is always good, and now since you know what first time is like you can enjoy that thought too.
I look forward to the days chilling on my friends back porch when she rolls a joint with fine purple haze crossed with some other magical wonder, and just taking the first toke of the day. Exhaling and only seeing a cloud of thick gray anti-liquid in my vision makes me smile, then passing it over to the girl, she takes a toke and plays with the smoke she puffs out. Then she looks over, smiles some more and passes that bad boy back. Once it's over we roll another with grins on our faces and light it up once more.
Stumbling around through parks hallucinating crudely drawn Hellboy and talking about smoking copious amounts of cannabis are dream days, and being able to in the comfort of a house makes it even better, and once you're completely basted, i.e., a combination of being baked and wasted, you just sit and be a sloyd, then come right down with wondrous laughter and glee, only to decide to have some more which brings you right back up. That's one un-vicious vicious circle I love.