I was very, very strongly against it for a very long time. I remember swearing to my mom that I'd never do it, that it's stupid. I'd tell my best friend she should stop smoking weed because it's illegal, it's bad. I also said she shouldn't drink. She shouldn't need that stuff. Well, that was when I had NO life at all. I was a loner because I thought it was cool, and I was suicidal and I suffered from depression. I think I'm rambling. Anyway, okay, so my friend only smoked once every couple weeks. I thought that was terrible.
One day, it was in my Sophomore year, it was coming to an end. I woke up and, literally, just said...I wanna try weed. I guess I had a dream that influenced me that I don't remember?
Anyway, so I had my friend come over and she bought a dime bag for the two of us. We didn't have a pipe back then so we made one out of a Diet Pepsi can and smoked an entire dime. She had to leave. I remember staring at the light on the wall from the computer screen and that it had a rainbow color thing going on. It was really beautiful, almost...awe-inspiring. I listened to some music, but I don't remember what. Then...I woke up the next morning feeling utterly fantastic. The best I'd felt in 7 years.
Been smoking since.
